Piso would rather have you round to dine –
his foul left hands who wipe his scabby arse –
than do the decent thing by friends of mine.
The god of pricks, he really has no class.
Socration and Porcius, you pair,
-he wines you, dines you, gives you every treat-
Fabellus and Veranus live on air
and beg for invitations in the street.