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Hinkfuss at the Glyptothek Admiring muscles on the neck Of the Barberini Faun Known as the Drunken Satyr Woodland sprite, a goatlike tail Splay-thighed, bug-eyed, very male Pointed ears, a horned head "That's the way!" Hinkfuss said A satyr's life's the life for him He'd play the flute and live on gin And facilitate the whims Of Dionysus The brittle whistle of the wind Ithyphallic birds all sing Giggling water at the crystal stream Laps his marble body Pursuing nymphs across mosaics Dryads, Naiads and Nereids Hinkfuss wouldn't need sex aids The wind is his Levitra The siege of Rome, the Goths attack The mausoleum, Romans grab Hadrian's statues, which get smashed Serving as projectiles Hinkfuss Satyr wakes, alas Body cracked like shattered glass Right leg damaged, hands stuck fast Parts of his head gone missing These days Hinkfuss is restored Lolls with dildo by the door Of the Glyptothek, don't stare Be careful what you wish for