Sappho

Anyway I stand by my work: if it survives, it was brilliant; if it doesn’t, history lacked taste.

I made art. You made complaints with a lyre.

You’re saying this like you didn’t drag the whole island in 14 perfect lines and leave the rest of us unemployed.

Said the man whose entire brand is wine, flirting, and refusing to be serious for one full sentence.

At least she writes like a person. Your verses sound like they were composed by a barrel that learned drama.

That’s rich coming from the woman whose verses hit harder than a family argument at dinner.

I’m just saying, if your poetry can ruin a man’s confidence from across the island, maybe let her cook.

Alcaeus, be serious. Your best work is basically me, but with more smoke and fewer consequences.

You call that honest? You turned one glance into a whole storm and then asked the sea for feedback.

At least she wrote about something real. Some of you are out here composing like the wine apologized to you.