While I watch the shadows lengthen, cedars stretch their limbs about, Distant traffic heading homeward as the city lights throughout, I should contemplate how silly I have been to climb this peak To a little Grecian ruin to commune with the antique: Yes with misplaced melancholy I have scrambled up a hill With a hammock and a bivvy to watch darkness crest and spill, Luckily the gods have settled to give me my just deserts With club music blaring upwards as girls shout in miniskirts. All familiar temptations to a citizen at night Any ancient god is likely to encounter with delight. Can I sit and mourn a culture so outwardly byzantine, When by chance the girl I think of calls to ask me to come in. Fine!
Reminds me of Roman graffiti (in a good way)
Thank you.
Martial's Epigrams are the best example of the genre, but I dont think I have it in me to be that dirty.