Porkopolis

Circe’s Power

• I never turned anyone into a pig.
• Some people are pigs; I make them
• Look like pigs.
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• I’m sick of your world
• That lets the outside disguise the inside.
• Your men weren’t bad men;
• Undisciplined life
• Did that to them. As pigs,
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• Under the care of
• Me and my ladies, they
• Sweetened right up.
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• Then I reversed the spell, showing you my goodness
• As well as my power. I saw
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• We could be happy here,
• As men and women are
• When their needs are simple. In the same breath,
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• I foresaw your departure,
• Your men with my help braving
• The crying and pounding sea. You think
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• A few tears upset me? My friend,
• Every sorceress is
• A pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can’t
• Face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you
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• I could hold you prisoner.