O' Hades, Never Questioned,
Stop.
Don't whisper in my ear.
Yours is an old man's game
And you know that in time I will be.
In time.
But I am in time.
Don't whisper me out of it.
Stop fussing.
Don't pester.
Don't nudge.
Be patient and don't talk.
We do not converse, you and I.
Yours is a monologue.
I'll sooner speak with your wife.
Hers is a more timely message.
Don't you know? I am twenty-seven.
It is just summer and I am twenty-seven.
In January it is summer,
And I am twenty-seven.
Yes, send me Persephone.
Your wife and I, we will talk.
But you and I do not talk.
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