Oh, passer-by, should you inquire
About my name or my desire
Then know that buried 'neath this sod
Halt Pegasus awaits his God.
Learn his request now you've his name
And then you'll satisfy the same:
Whene'er a willing boy you'd lay,
Oh, screw him on my tomb, I pray.
'Tis not incense but coition
Eases souls in their perdition,
Such requiems a ghost desires
As sweetest respite 'midst Hell's fires.
Our ancestors on this truth seized:
Achilles Chiron's ghost appeased
When blond Patroclus' bottom knew
The pleasures of a well-wrought screw,
While Hercules first pierced his lad
When at the fun'ral of his dad.
So, like the ancients, I advise
You too should make this sacrifice.