tenaciouslee

** I do not host games, do not make characters on my table, thank you. **

In Athens all the youths are crying from the gas.
I’m by the hotel pool working on a tan.
People come up and ask me who I am.
I say if you don’t know, don’t ask.

Zeus laughs – but it’s the gas.
And he asks me how I am.
I say Zeus, don’t ask.

My lightning bolts are jolts of joy,
They are joy boys from Zeus.
I feed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledge.
And in the cradle of democracy, the pigeons are wearing gas masks.

My lightning bolts play in the elevators,
They slide down the hotel banister,
And Zeus throws a gas canister,
And it spins around the pool,
As pigeons wearing respirators steal the lightning bolts.