Ode on a Grecian Formula
Oh sacred libation of Narcissian (sp?) splendor,
From thee I reattain, through unpretentious market vendor,
Ebon locks once lost, that now renewed, quickly reengender,
And mend penis-vital connections with youth, once hindered.
The empowering single application of sanctified unction
More than libido-enhancing Viagra restores function.
The stygian night of repellent, slack-bellied age has flown,
The withered renewed! The palsied limb now rises on its own!
Lo, the Elysium of youthful, sweat-scented bodies beckons,
Upon the sacred vessel of efficacious deception your servant reckons!
Oh, formula of the gods, to your humble supplicant, I pray, bestow
The raven wings of Adonis above, the might of Jupiter's member below,
Enough to bring an eternal Olympian festival of adolescent sex,
If not, I'll try some botox next.
