The god was not respected
in the place of his beginning
and they that knew him there said
"Show us your miracles!"
And after the manner of Heracles
the get of Zeus Pater rolled up
his sleeves, and
instead of making like a tree that leaves?
No. He gets with the hero cycle
his wonders to perform.
Which was outside of the norm
So Pentheus who was not all that,
talked out of his hat being a cousin
and thought it cute to
troll him, rolling the dozens.
His mom being Dionysus' auntie.
The nephew of Agave (the Padrona of Tequila) and
the son of Semele, a side piece who was burned,
the godlet came from his father's janky leg
and didn't come to fuck with these
fools. He brought his wine to
the thirsty women of a dry world,
and once whetted, the girls
took the entire town down.
And that No-Pentheus, he was tore up,
from the floor up. Butchered as if for the grill,
he got served while Dionysus sauntered
in his furs, surrounded by jealous curs,
and the Maenads flowered
by the grapes empowered.
And that is the way of the world.
1 comment:
*golf clap*
Post a Comment