Is it too hard to understand the complex of a child?
When it e'er by lightning hit, constant strain dear Ares -  yet Venus...
How Her Tradition Hates all unlike, A prim bonnet I fuss
Not I! not I! Your li'l hen dressed ever so quaint yet wild.

T'was not to be her little Bow-Peep in pedastle high
No allure have I, save a wave to each ever-foul suitor
Ne'er to meet Aphrodite. Who's in my bosom Not. Sighs
Of fire from mine mouth spurt. No, no tea today dictator.

A disgrace - her only inscription of me . Chissle it deep,
I dare Her foul whore, though of the same planet us both born.
Cursed by the curves now free - astray from her once grew forlorn.
Battle's raged since my birth the gods confused. Truth could not keep

Hidden. Suffocating me - burning ash engulphing sore
Lungs. Customs heaped on me. Whispers: Failure. No need wile'n
to whisper Her venom! Laugh. Mock me more you bloody whore
Her imaginary world now comes crashing! Hadn't she known

She could not win?
Natural appearance deceives
Because sweet slut -
Soul and Mind I am a son of Ares.