What can I say, Gellius, about why those rosy lips of yours
Whiten more than winter snow
When you leave your house at dawn and wake from
Perfect sleep in a summer day’s eighth hour?
Something’s up. Is the rumour true that
You suck a man’s bulging balls?
You bet it is. The ruptured testicles of poor Victor
Proclaim it – and your lips etched in drained semen.