D - A Thousand Fingers &; Mouths

Paris said yes to cigarette and bed
He raved to the wall as you rolled,
"Zeus would have laid the table here,
He'd have showered us with beardsmoke and gold.

"And a jealous Aphrodite with a voice carved from ice
would've chained us to her chair as a sacrifice
to Kraken, monster and scourge of her deep, green sea."
If I call you Hellhound of Troy
will you launch a thousand fingers and mouths at me?

I'd fall like a cheat would to money
for the temples and baths where you lounge
I'd slay five hundred hydras
for your calf - for what I could scrounge

And every little hero would have found in you
good reason to join the Argonaut crew
chloroform Jason, steal, fleece and flee
If I call you Rogue of Sparta
will you launch a thousand fingers and mouths at me?

Your army of ships on a runinous sea
and me down here on all fours
All lost in the mists of uncertainty
while they rage for your bony, blonde shores

If you're wrecked on the rocks by the will of the gods
by Diana's raves or Poseidon's hoardes
then grazed lady, come and anchor your rosehips here
Your body is broken glass
so treat me to the salt in your hair.

You know, Cassiopeia, in all of her vanity
could've saved us from a very long story
if only she'd seen the supreme insanity
in declaring herself the most fair.
She should've known you can beat her hands down
anytime or anywhere.