The poet sits and twists the meter 'round
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And in the glare you'd swear his smile was a frown
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And Hermes there, he stares as the pages grow
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And all are left to fend for their own
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There was a time when he was in command
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Now it seems that he is quite mad, so sad
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There was a time when he was in demand
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But now it seems that he is quite mad
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The Titan took a look with leer
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As Cronos split the world with a fear
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Icarus has flown, he knows he is not alone
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As Aries waits with hate upon his fiery throne
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Do you now believe it?
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There he is, the mad poet
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Another page like the one before
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Loki tricks his brother Thor
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As he turns the metaphor
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Odin makes the thunder roar
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The Incubus doesn't know which way to go
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The Succubus entices her weary foe
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And Hera, in her spiteful way, allows Hades to claim the day
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When he looks at what he has done he throws hie feathered quill away
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No more wine, no more rowdy songs
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The bell tolls to claim its pawn
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When does a man begin to live again?
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When he is just a step away
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Mad Poet
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