“This scepter, which was cut from a tree
will never again be green with leaves.
This scepter which lusty ladies look for
and even kings desire to hold,
which our noble sodomites shower with kisses
will wend its way through the thief’s guts
all the way to his rod, his testicular hilt.”
Hoc sceptrum, quod ab arbore est recisum
nulla et iam poterit virere fronde,
sceptrum, quod pathicae petunt puellae,
quod quidam cupiunt tenere reges,
quoi dant oscula nobiles cinaedi,
intra viscera furis ibit usque
ad pubem capulumque coleorum.