Pixiepalace

The Anti-Hero

There’s precious little in this miserable world

That doesn’t make me sick.

Hercules is one of these things.

This poem is for him.

I am the anti-hero,

I ask who wouldn’t be?

Their triumphs equal zero,

Their ships get lost at sea.

Jason chased a hopeless quest,

Achillies was a heel,

If Perseus was the best,

Than my friend, we need a whole new deal.

The clashing, the bashing, the thrashing,

And when it’s all done,

Tell me who has lost

And who has really won.