Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is

It Is Equally Offensive To Speed A Guest Who Would Like To Stay And To Detain One Who Is Anxious To Leave.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.