Poem 742








Fellow Romans..
Hide your wives.
Here comes
the bald,
adulterous
whore.

Who pissed away
his gold in Gaul..
Just to come back
and mine his craft
for more..
at least for now.

For isn’t gold
The All of good
that makes these
gilded showers
flow in steady
streams?

Alas, if only
it were so.
If only gold
alone could
P his D.

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