Lineage of the blood of Bacchus and your nymphs
Son of the beautiful Venus
Protective God of the livid
To whom serves the glorious Lesbos
That she raised a temple and adored it.

Oh !Divine Priapus I do not attend in front of you
Covered of unhappy blood
But raising the wineglass of the Satyricon
My drunk youth dances with Enotea
And our ecstasy acclaims
To Epicurus father of the truth.

That he suggested to the wise men the innate pleasures
Telling them that life does not have another objective
Neither the pleasure another destiny although the ecstasy
Stolen to the whore be furtive.

There is nothing more infamous that a poet telling his misfortunes
Drowning in his own crying for passions that he never lived
Oh! Messalina I want to feel in the flanks of my phallus
Your lubricated and hot walls.

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