Don’t let the gods fool you
They’re not as good as they seem
Allow me to tell you a story
Of what they did to me
I was beautiful and talented
T’was alluring tapestries I wove
To match the skill of Athena
Was the goal towards which I strove
My success bled straight to my head
And I’ll admit I grew a tad proud
But how could I not when praise and shouts
Arose from a gathering crowd?
My craft had been unmatched, unchallenged
Until the voice of a withered old lady
Invited me to, in contest, face her
On that gods-forsaken day
I took one look at her gnarled hands
Laughed and accepted the offer
She smiled at me, and to Athena
Her body then transformed
I painted with a thread and loom
A portrait of gods’ impurities
The drunken, raving, advantage-taking
Rulers of skies and seas
On her blank stringed fabric canvas
The goddess wove the contrary
The golden generosity
Of their pantheonic glory
When presenting to our audience
They found they could not choose
Each tapestry was beautiful
No one could win or lose
Athena’s fury burned in her eyes
“You shall be punished for you pride
A horrid, ugly, wicked beast
You’ll be forever brushed aside.”
Now listen, sons and daughters
Before you spin your web
My mission for you is simple
All Athena’s children, dead
