Catullus # 25 (revised)
Thallus, you lech:
softer than fur
of rabbit, down of goose, flap of ear,
or sack of nuts and nest of cock
dangling from your old man crotch
with cobwebs festooned, and still
as greedy as a goddamn gale, you are
[line missing here]
I say: Give back the things you stole from me —
my cape, my Spain, my images of Carthage
which you claim you inherited from [unclear]
Get your sticky hands off my stuff, and send them
back to me, or I swear I’ll kick your ass
and make you twist like a toy battleship
in the bathtub when a hurricane hits the sea.
— translated by Molly Arden