The Gods as Valentine-ish Charybdis

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The Greek and Roman gods know truer truths

Than Plato and his lot.  Gods love the tight,

Hot holes they hump for pleasure.  They love youths

And virgins (make a god a swan as white

As Plato’s white, Ideal for shooting seed

Inside them, though, an off-white seed).  They care

About their cocks and balls, their godly need

To have it off.  Gods never need a prayer

To get them hard.  In fact they don’t want pure

Religion in their victims.  Gods want romp

And ravishing.  That violence won’t cure

Their lust . . .  they’ll later want another chomp.

  A boy will do for thwomping, then a girl.

    The violence becomes upending swirl.