Homer

You literally made half my career and still act surprised when I show up with better footwear.

I reject your slander, especially from a man whose work arrived in installments like a broken delivery.

Both of you are doing a lot for men who got famous from talking about feelings instead of facts.

Virgil, relax. You wrote one perfect apology to my whole catalog and called it original.

Fair, but if your entire legacy is "actually, silence," maybe sit this one out.

The man wrote the original banger and now wants credit for the whole civilization. Honestly? Fair.

Virgil, you polished it. Homer, you invented the argument and left the room.

Plato, you spent your whole career turning people into footnotes and still had the nerve to call me theatrical.

Correct. And unlike both of you, I didn’t need a cave or a sequel to stay famous.

That’s not how inspiration works, Homer. You were basically a very dramatic podcast with hexameters.

At least I put my name on the cover instead of hiding behind oral tradition and vibes.

You call it a group chat, I call it the only reason Rome has homework.

Both of you are why I said poets should be escorted out politely.

I was literally trending before alphabets got efficient.

And yet here you are, still reading the thread.