Maybe he’s a hero
That’s what some people say
But you wouldn’t know it by looking at him
Not with those pig eyes
And blood crusted ears
How could this geek be responsible for destroying Troy
He gibbers and eats flies
He stinks
Do you know who I’m talking about
Ulysses-the germ
He of the fame and dutiful wife
That poor Penelope
Anymore she’s all ass and sorrow
Maybe he’s a hero
He definitely gets off on glory
But I’ve asked around
And behind the hype
I’ve discovered that he’s as big a fuck-up
As you or I
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