I got bored, so I made this.

The maddening world around us is as faust as we presume it to be
But why should this one man tell you this?
Why should a stranger tell you a tale of nonsense?
Because he is a mad dog that wishes all human emotions
Were buried with the blind struck Romeos and Juliets.
I ask for the days when justice was a fair trial,
But instead I get the bombastic ‘ll begot’en whore
That stocks and stinks the Zeus’s mind like so many maggots to garbage.
Oh how I wanted to be with her and to love her
But with every chance I have gotten to her
She is swayed by another man who pushes me into the darkness.
Or she is swayed to push me into the darkness
God created man with another partner
Then why can I not find that one whom the bells toll
That one whom all lovers seek and that slip away from my grasp.
Oh, God, why in your name did you make these creatures to torture me?
Love is an unbound and toyful $%@# that seduces and pleasures
The sword of Hercules and moans like the whore she is.
God, why did you create this fondful $%@#
That crawls on all fours and begs for a filling or two
From men more handsome and muscular than me?
I had once asked desperately
For love to love me
But that hideous and beautiful whore flicked my mind
And walked away, through the court yard, where Hercules waited
And followed her, begging for her to let him dwiddle the rose
That she keeps so fondly and hovers over all in the kingdom
I whispered a curse to Aphrodite, for the whore that she is
That I wish upon her the worse of grievances
That her tits may sag and her eyes may grow red
That her skin may become as pale as the snow
That she my have the worse possible evils happen upon her
But how I wish that would and would not happen
For a fool I am that I fall in love
With a selective and money grabbing prostitute
Was it not until
That fatefull day, where I was given the opportunity
To sit on the lap of Zeus’s trust
And given the seat of power that I so dearly wanted
That that whore walked up to me in the very same court yard
And asked if I wanted her rose
I told her, with glee and atmost joy,
“Why, no I do not want that rose of yours.
For a many a man has sniffed that rose
And the stench of others snakes have coiled around it
With their oily skin that doth cover thy rose with its stink.
Begon you wreched thing, go play with Hercules
For he wishes to have another play thing of his own
He wishes to break and bend you
In that piss stained bed of yours that he so loves.
May you be penetrated by that man of yours that
Not only wants to penetrate you, but bruise your skin.
Yes I have seen what he does, that eye of yours
How it glissnes with Messopotamia’s color
How it must hurt to feel that every night.
I wish an utmost pain upon you as you see me
Rise from my ranks to become Zeus’s very own advisor.”
And so that whore was left alone
Like those times she left me alone
But what I was surprised to hear was this.
“I do not wish to be a part of that man’s life.
Nor do I wish to be alone forever
I plead with you because you are the only one that I see
As a fitting man for me.
Please, oh Polklos, please do not leave me alone.
I do not care for your wealth but wish to be a part of you.
I do not care to be with that oaf.
I want a man like you.
Please do not leave me alone like I have you.
Please be different from the rest.
For so many a love I have loved
But have no loved back.
Please, Polklos, please love me!”
But her cries fell upon my ears
Like lilies upon stone
I doth not care for that wreached and evil $%@#
For so many times she had done the same thing to me.
But her words seemed to bring pain in my heart
A longing of human companionship among Gods
But that feeling left as soon as I was born
To my parents whom retreated from the floods.
To this place of paradise that tortures me so.
I curse upon the human emotions, Love is a draughtful whore.
But her words struck like Zeus’s lighting bolts.
My mind, fickled and fackled as it can be,
Pleaded for me to go and be with her
But my heart harkens with resistance
I block the hearing that I have with one strong focus
And I walked away, leaving that bitter whore
With her buffoon Hercules.

[Later because of sex scene]


But before that night happened
After I rejected that sad woman
I had met with Dionysus at the food hall
Where he was writing plays and drinking wine.
I asked of him, “My dear drunk, what hath thou know
Of the romances and treacherous of love and hate?
Why doth humans have to feel so compleiche?
Why does Aphrodite now notice me and pursue me?”
And he to me “Oh little Polklos, love is a twitchy mistress.
You give her a rod and she gives you nothing.
But now she has seen your pain but feared Hercules’s own.
She wishes to love you, Polklos, a god with a mortal.
How beautiful it is to see such love now.
I only receive that love from drunk wenches.
Now, Polklos, my dear child
She loves you so and so love her.”
But I shcocked at him.
Laughing at what he had said.
But with one look I stopped my laughter.
And I to him.
“Dear teacher, I despise her so.
She has and she will break mine heart.
And she will give me her thornless rose
Expecting me to accept it like all other men
She has slept with before.
Dionysus, my drunkard friend, love is meant for the beautiful.”