Prometheus Lays Chained to Plymouth Rock, The Bald Eagle Devours His Liver

Orion's Tears

Orion loves all ladies so,
He loves to kill beasts with his bow,
He's smart and strong and big as a tree,
But Orion has no love for thee,
He wanted a goddess, a beautiful babe,
So he went a huntin', though he was naive,
He found a girl, they fell in love,
and then he died, only to come again
Orion, Orion, don't cry for me,
Your goddess has made you for all to see,
You will again hunt this earth,
Fish the sea and impale women with your girth,
As long as man has no plan of his own, for Zeus created you
From pee

All my poems

all my poems sound the same
I love to play the same old game
i like limericks oh so much
they never seem to lose their touch
perfect time, perfect rhyme
all my feelings are the same

I am the grandmaster of funk
I love getting high, LOVE getting drunk
I'm an opium addict, it's true
I'll try crack, but won't sniff glue
Mushrooms and salvia, LSA and mescaline
DMT and MDMA, Sarpa Salpa and Cocaine