Baudelaire's "Les Fleurs Du Mal" (Flowers of Evil)

Fleurs du Mal - These have been re-translated and misinterpreted almost as often as The Bible! I'm an old man. I have lived. I have an active imagination. I don't need some dead Frenchman from the dim and dusty past instructing me on ways to be naughty, or thoughts coming to mind while doing so. I also could write about such things, but have never had any desire to become a starving poet. And I've already been in far too much trouble romantically speaking, so Les Fleurs du Mal il fait inutile et superflu, n'est-ce pas?