XXXVII

Jacob Brunner

Lecherous House and its dwellers, 
Ninth pier from the Brothers with Felt Skullcaps,
Do you suppose you're the only one with cocks,
The only onces with a license to fuck,
And that the rest of us are putrid, rotting goats?
Or, since you nebbish barbarians
Are tightly encamped one or two hundred strong,
Do you think I wouldn't dare face-fuck
Two hundred sitting lechers in one go?
Think again. I'll graffiti your entire kenne's 
Façade for you with cocks and balls–
Because a girl who fled my valleys of intimacy,
Whom I loved to a degree no other will be loved,
For whom I've waged a great war, has settled herein.
The upright and prosperous are all in love with her,
Not to mention (shame on her!) all the sleazy
Back-alley spouse-fuckers. Especially you,
Egnatius, master of the sordid, ace of the longhairs,
Spawn of Celtiberia The Rabbit-Ridden, you for whom
A rapist's beard would be an upgrade,
And teeth scrubbed with Iberian piss.