Enslaved by the Bell: Greek Titans and Gods in High School
The tale of Prometheus, who lost the Fire(bird) At Lenaia Dinner last week he totally played this trick on his dad where he put all these bones in the middle of the Braised Bull and his dad Iapetus bites into it and is like, “What in the name of one of Saturn’s small moons that will one day be named after me is this shit?” And so Prometheus is like, “Ya burnt! You bit into the good-looking thing that’s horrid and twisted on the inside; it’s like your second marriage all over again. Let this be a lesson to you, pops.” And so his dad started cut sick and nearly started whaling on him like he was a Olynthian slave, but then he’s like, “No, I don’t need Titan Protective services on my ass again, I’m taking your Firebird Chariot off you and none of your school friends are allowed to have it.” So now nobody has a way to get to get to the gym-class celebration next Friday. And Mr. Harris was going to be there and he’s totally been giving me the eye all semester. * * * Pandora, the first woman (and she totally knows it) All through Science she was sitting next to Hercules and giggling about “showing him what’s inside her box.” Like I don’t know what that means. I was so mad I couldn’t concentrate on learning how Zeus invented excuses for tardiness when he was running late for a meeting. I’ve had a crush on Hercules since the third grade, and now she’s going to be making out with him. And she walks around like she’s so cool. Yeah, well I could be popular as well if my father ordered Hephaestus to mould me out of the ground, but instead I looked like I spat out by the god of Hades. GOD I HATE THIS SCHOOL. |
He’s always talking about how he hangs around in Hades. Like he’d be allowed in there. You either need to have ID or be the twisted remains of a soul to get in, and as if Hades is going to have a sniveling little kid walking behind him when he’s trying to torture the dead. Oh, and have you heard him talking about cutting himself? Hey you know what you should do? You should go up to him and be all like, “Hey, Erebus, the Chariot is supposed to go up Vesuvius Highway, not across, do the job properly.” I think he’s totally going to shoot up the school. If you see him walking along with a bow and arrow then run. Sam Burnett lives in Tasmania. He is generally awkward and self loathing. One time he bought Enchanted, then tried to return it without a receipt and made a fuss when they wouldn’t let him just so he’d have a conversation starter if he ever met Amy Adams. |
Sisyphus Dabbles in Haiku
Condemned by the gods
Bound in perpetuity
Bastards hold a grudge
Slanted light of dawn
Stirs the twice-damned dead to rise
Bagel. Coffee, black.
Some things are certain
Death and taxes, for instance
Also, gravity
Summit within reach
Just a few more inches—whoops!
There it goes again
The ascent is hard
But the descent’s not half bad
It’s the little things
Day in and day out
Tiresome toil from dawn to dusk
What am I, Amish?
I bear my burden
As a postman bears his load
Civil, but half-mad
“Orange” is pretty bad
But nothing—I mean nothing—
Rhymes with “Tartarus”