Accidents happen.
Who knows where blind Hod
found that twig? Why it grew so sharp?
I wasn't there. Never saw it fly,
heard the sweet hiss. He threw it,
why pin the blame on me? So I'm paler,
rangier. They call my kin giants. Racists!
That it? Because I'm smart? Smart arse,
smart alec, no one likes a smart mouth.
Stock suspicion of the clever.
Something more sinister? My lovely face,
their furtive needs. I won't say I swing
both ways, but how many nights have they spent
hoping? Clean-cut. A good moisturiser.
What do they know? The ladies prefer it.
Anyhow, he deserved to die. 'Go on,
take your best shot! Nothing can hurt me!'
Who was he kidding? We all hate a braggart.
He had it coming. Believe Loki.
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If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the men to gather wood, divide the work and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, July 31, 1944