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Poseidon had the best of me  
as Zeus struck without feeling  
and Achlys stalked me everywhere  
with her emerald skin and dirty pale  
 
eyes. Eros and Psyche whispered  
their little lessons whilst exchanging  
saliva and bodily fluids, only the Godliest  
of such. The unholiest of good men  
 
hid beneath the sheets  
from the wrath of my researched Gods  
and he created, with his hands, tea  
and bacon sandwiches  
 
that I, so reluctantly, ate. Betting my heart  
with Tabliope's cards and there in the presence  
of sweltering heat and lazy, Sunday feet  
I turned on the shower and Poseidon swept me away.