If my car is a God let's you and I detour.
If it is fast it is a Super God
that sedans will identify and adore,
looking and listening.
Sweet passenger, which of all my miseries
do you sense will erase me? You can simulate Lesbia
but, alas, you are not my Goddess.
Language is a torpedo and tennis below art.
I demand flames, so if you swapped
ten tin ants to get my Lesbia
the night would light up!
Uncle Catullus, to you this is scandalous.
Oh, exalted Uncle I am gestating!
Opium and kings, princes and beasts,
permit my urges!
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