... they were converted into a kind of
choir or ballet ... with Apollo as their
art director and manager.
Robert Graves
The White Goddess
I tried to tell you this would happen
when you decided to sign up
with that flashy gaud Apollo.
I warned you that your reputation
would suffer once the word got out
that he was booking you for weddings
and that you were running around
with that crowd from Mt. Olympus.
But would you listen to your mother?
Of course not. You had all the answers.
And look at you now. No respect.
These days even poets dis you.
Those same schlemiels who used to pray
for any bone that you might throw
dont even deign to take your calls.
Unless, of course, they need your name
to prop up some anemic opus.
Then, suddenly, they want to know
where youve been hiding and trot
you out, like those washed up actors
who plug insurance on TV.
Let this be a lesson to you.
The glitzy lifestyle is OK
for the common run of sun god,
but you are creatures of the moon
with more important things to do.
In the future, be more careful
about the company you keep.