That's all I gotta say.


TGS XVII - Sionnach: The FoxCunning thing,TGS XVII - Sionnach: The Fox
A work of incredible reason And clever flippancy. Your eyes are bright with impending mischief, And I wonder if Mab has borne you, secretly, Or if the Celts know that one of their faerie-folk Has escaped and borne himself of the stage. A wicked, brilliant magic has entranced me, And I know, quite plainly, that no one will ever unlock you To their satisfaction, But you keep yourself clearly hidden behind masks
That look like what you think you ought to be. Steeped in false words and false image, There lies still in you, I hope, Enough a spark o


TGS XVI - Madach: The DogI have written about you a thousand times, You strange prince of plain-dealing. My mostly-celibate Pan,TGS XVI - Madach: The Dog
My sponge and scholar, My partner and my wit, My brother and my son.
To you I owe three years of friendship, Talk about politics, Kisses, General discussion, And a lap-dance in the basement of a wicked frat house.
I cant promise Ill pay up.
You conceived in me a sense of obligation To myself and others, A bright light in which to see my situation As a means to an end, And not the end itself, But everything


TGS XV - Tarbh: The BullFoolish man, Who has eyes but does not see And who has earsTGS XV - Tarbh: The Bull
And who makes me weep.
Unholy laughter Revisits thee Willingly, And you gladly spread the disease
A thousand soldiers Are at your command And you easily feed them guilt and lies When they ask for bread and Truth
Sad man, Whose love lives not in higher things But in base philosophy. Libertine physic Crass diplomat And wielder of an unwise sword, I will cross steel with you again.
Youll not slice me a second time.


TGS XIV - Coileach: The CockHead cocked sideways,TGS XIV - Coileach: The Cock
Straining to hear A roughly sown compliment Or a scrap of praise
That was tossed carelessly, Forgotten
By the words and the gambling mumble That lose even themselves in the halls.
The easy smile of a beauty queen Coupled with her sincere inadequacies and inappropriate preening, And her pleasantly blank stare Divide me between pity and disgust for this man.
A puppy when he follows and a bore when he leads He upends his own Titanic And refuses to go down with the ship, Claiming that it is he who can fly.
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