Poseidon / Options

 

Poseidon, poises options, but none appealing,

feeling as if deciding, is pointless, like the toy is squealing,

feeling bland, it's a lifeless, joyless voyage, boy it's,

boring..

touring for days told make a choice on your feelings,

many ways, but what's suppose to be the meaning,

going down, to drown is easier, and possibly more pleasing,

at least that's what I'm believing..

can't testify my reason,

I guess if I believed in, defying the trident it's still seeming,

there's really no reason to fucking sink,

Fuck it, no time to think. I-, need a drink,

a bourbon, a brew, maybe some ice too,

 

I don't wanna end up a sculpture of Vulcan, lamely sulking,

a vulture to the vault, burn in the flame like Tolkien,

same game as the Balkans, forged in the name of folks in,

presidency. Nor do I wanna be Mars or the Hulk, bulking.

the Son of Semele, came consulting,

a simile with the names, plain I'm hoping,

I mean metaphorical, but it gave the same resulting,

let me get back to Bacchus, he came pulsing,

gave grapes and wine and dined with the broken,

save the papes for mine, they're mine, said Vulcan,

actually,

it could have been Hermes, but I was too busy getting drunk,

would not be surprising tho, since Hermes a thieving cunt,

 

then teacher Miverva who never heard of this shit,

she told me I'm dumb, with the nerve of a kid,

absurdly equipped, wisdom and knowledge is all that you need,

precede to learn of Persia, before they serve ya more than just weed,

indeed stay away from the servers of greed,

but you still need money and wisdom to feed,

so I heeded the advice, cause it made sense to follow,

but still wondering, where the fuck was Apollo,