.........Urban Mythology Poem by NikMorgan ...

Atlas is under pressure
The cruel twists of life get him down
The doctor gave him pills
Little blue props
So he can hold it together
He still feels numb
It’s all on top
Atlas is being crushed by the weight of the world

Icarus made it happen
A mover and a shaker
Big high flyer
Trading stocks and shares
A danger junkie
He got off on the risk
He thought fortune favoured the brave
But he flew to high
His portfolio crashed and burned

Narcissus stares in the mirror all day
Flexing his perfect physique
His body’s a temple
He worships
Praying to the goddess Anabolic
His sacrifice is his rage
And his compulsive self obsession
He loves him self too much

Midas got lucky
A property developer
He took the slums and turned them to gold
He made a pile
Lived in a luxury place dripping with gold
He did not see the damage done
The community spirit lost
He invested wisely
He bought shares in the merchants of death
Arms for the poor
Every thing Midas touched turned to gold

Oedipus is a motherf