seems I was once
a God
long ago
maybe in Olympia
or figuratively I was once:
both cruel and a coward
and both my parents
disliked me;
when came a time
I invented wine
and danced at springtime festivals
in my honor;
Where the sound of music
festooning me as I danced wildly high on wine,
as my silver bow became entangled in the olive
branches, I got plowed under;
then, thrown in the cold Caspian
to sober by my regal comrades
i may have caused earthshakes, sorry,
earthquakes, (still a bit groggy)
I envied my brother for
even Gods seem to have superiors;
then this girl Hera
also my sister by the way,
(I know a bit incestually *****)
caught me while I was
messing around with others
and I grew angry
(mad at being caught)
and thundered and stormed
like  no other could.
I had finally reached the pinnacle.
THE most powerful,
yet I still had tantrums?
As I throw another
thunderbolt down!