Perched in prayer on his pillar, St. Simeon the Stylite
Was, in his own day, an ascetical highlight
And though noted for piety and held high in reknown,
Never looked down.
Being Italian, Dante Alighieri
Would say “Basta!” to Vergil, for Hell was so scary,
Would say “Grazie” for graces from Santa Lucia,
And on seeing Beatrice, would say — “Mamma mia!”
Kinda simple and clueless seems Oedipus Rex
As he bumbles, ill-fated, into killing and sex
The all of which Sigmund Freud somehow connects
To make Oedipus complex.
