Silenus Laments

Silenus, sad
old satyr,
wearied
of seduction.
He'd cultivated
enough nymphs
to last
an immortal
lifetime.
They were
all the same
anyway,
ubiquitous,
their beatific
bottoms lifted
and eager
to be impaled.
He dreamed
of mortal women,
wary and
with wiles.
A bit more of
a challenge.
But a job
is a job,
even for
a demigod.
Onward
he plowed.
Another furrow.
Back to work.
Hard at it.
  - mce