"Nay, ’tis most certain, Iras.
Will catch at us like strumpets,
and scald rhymers
Ballad us out o’ tune. The
Extemporally will stage us, and
Our Alexandrian revels. Antony
Shall be brought drunken
forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy
I’ th’ posture of a whore.
-- Cleopatra from "Antony &
Cleopatra" (V.ii.210–217) #shakespeare.
"Nah, of now we watch the wars of immoralities past the Amos'
Our teens coming out with their tiny tits
bouncing with all their priceless prime at the edges
The sides leading in n' out of Romans - sinful acropolises
Our Romans puss-on inn sign-boarded - hotels
Black Romans mating for few pieces of gourdes for minutes sex
The lucre entering their purse commands the urge for another f*cker
Be it a white's dick
A black's cock
Even an haggard's makes more sense
The pay n' the sweetness of the sugar's what counts
Of where be the voyage of this age's jabbing towards tell us!
All things had gone outside inside hands
Èsù keeps boosting his company on
Sick in the spirit - strumpets spew "we're catching fun"
Your twats would weep weeks non-stop
N' the dick-heads' dicks shall blubber in some sore acid cup."