Nay If Even In The House Of

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

We Got A Little Rule Back Home: If It's Brown, Drink It Down. If It's Black, Send It Back.

Even A Fool Learns Something Once It Hits Him.

And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.