I write one honest line and suddenly every man with a lyre thinks he’s qualified to be my editor. by Sappho

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.

Thank you. Finally, a standard I can respect: if it doesn’t leave a dent, it’s not a line.