They fuck you up, your parents, They don’t mean to, but they do. They fill your castle with suitors, And they lose all of their crew. But they were fucked up in their turn, By gods, and people tending goats. Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats.
Marie PhillipsThis is just to say I have turned into pigs the men that were on my island and which you were probably saving to row you to Ithaca Forgive me they were disgusting so male and so disrespectful.