Roman Poetry.

Gotta say I've never really had much to do with the Romans outside of Gladiator. Always thought their gear looked cool and shit but just today I came across some Roman poetry.

It seems they found humour in obscenities. My BROTHERS. And got joy from giving eachother shit.

The following was written by Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca. 84 BC – ca. 54 BC) and was considered by scholars to be too obscene to translate right up to last century.

Ironic, really.

Check this out:

In Latin:

Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
Nam castum esse decet pium poetam
ipsum, versiculos nihil necesse est;
qui tum denique habent salem ac leporem,
si sunt molliculi ac parum pudici,
et quod pruriat incitare possunt,
non dico pueris, sed his pilosis,
qui duros nequeunt movere lumbos.
Vos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem putatis?
Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

Translation:

I’m gonna fuck you guys up the ass and shove my cock down your throats,
yes, you, Aurelius–you fucking cocksucker–and you too, Furius, you faggot!
Just because my verses are tender doesn’t mean
that I’ve gone all soft. Sure, a poet should focus
on writing poetry and not on sex; but does that
mean they can’t write about sex? If a poem is
in good taste, well-written and erotic,
it can give massive boners to hairy old men,
not just to horny teenagers. You think I’m a sissy
just because I write about thousands of kisses?
I’m gonna fuck you guys up the ass and shove my cock down your throats!

Sounds like a literal translation to the subtext of convo's at the Instrument.