Juan Rodolfo Wilcock and his Cat

Don't forget to re-read Vittorio Gasman's Meta Milonga dedicated to Wilcock's cat.

A Wilcock poem against verbose man.

Repulsive being, you merit

Your verbal acquaintance with grief

Unlike the ants, unlike the porcupine.

You, man of words, merit

Your mnemonic acquaintance with death;

Unlike chickens, unlike the tortoise.

Con man and liar, earths vomit,

Ineffable reasoning sleazebag,

Shame of the primates, carcinogenic tongue,

Learn from pigs to be angelic,

From the jackals, from worms

Learn majesty, learn from the beetroot

To keep quiet, you, nature's spittle.

Putrescent inventor of a language

To describe your decrepitude,

You roll around in your putridness

That other beasts avoid, if not nutritious

Yet you have everything there in your mind

in self ambush with clutches of words,

scrofulous in speech, greased in dialects,

You, final arsehole on the zoological scale,

mystical carrion in the tinfoil

of your coins, sole hypocritical beast,

Vile being, you merit your own

mnemonic acquaintance with grief;

and above all you merit

your verbal acquaintance with death.