Pesty Traitorous Titan Poem by Hannington Mumo

I fought one piggish Titan and I won
As if that devious Leech existed not;
Sealing the very firy nose of his gun
With ball-like rags to sap every shot.

A long-lionized mogul of giant name,
Slew my low fists by a magic stroke;
Vilest Judas glossing in pesty fame,
I his two-timing fangs mirably broke.

I know not if such a scheming villain,
Fickle arms dim for want of glut gain,
Ever shall by Time's rare marvel floor,
And ink selfsame serendipities more.

May the Highest Star your ochre clip,
And pelt plagues and fates your ship;
Until Hades her filthiest minion finds
Sulfurous frying betwixt fallen minds.

May your Fiend's bow of foxy veneer,
Mid-hunt snap as looms hugest deer,
And life's fave tooth turn fatal sore;
Your daintiest morsel tartest grow!