Ulysses Deranged

By Seamus O'Sparks on September 19, 2017 — 1 min read

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

Posted in: Poetry

The Story of Seamus

Seamus O'Sparks is the seventh son of a Seventh Day Adventist who went on a seven-day bender starting on July 7, 1977 at a strip club called Seventh Heaven at the corner of 7th St. and 7th Ave. in the West Village.