Each time you open a book and read it,
A tree smiles knowing there’s life after death
scientists tell us that all water
is old water,
that there is no room for originality,
that everything is recycled.
the anguish of Achilles bleeding out
face-down in the Trojan dirt
mingles with that of a stockbroker caught
in the ebb and flow of the markets,
and what I am trying to say is that the tears
navigating south through the canyons on your face
may have once wet the cheeks
of Alexander the Great
for the same reason.
au where the trojan war is a party menelaus throws to win back his girlfriend who left him for some douchebag and he ropes all his friends into helping him and wacky shenanigans happen and a running gag is that odysseus doesn’t even want to be there he’s got shit to do and at the end he gets stuck in traffic on the way home
I didn’t want this conversation, I kept saying let’s agree to disagree, but I will be a fucking monkeys uncle before I let some walking penis dictate my rights. I will not allow some adult idiot to slut shame AND then turn around and make a rape joke at MY dinner table.
There will be blood tonight