speeches in athens

do not ask me where i've been
things only get fuzzy then
like the neck of a greek man
sitting above a bay
drinking ouzo
wishing that crete and turkey were still theirs
damning rome to a hell that will never exist
not even in the wet dreams of dante or faust
and then i think things aren't so bad for me
drinking like a sailor and cursing even worse
fucking like a sailor's whore
warmed by sweat and agression and all the other
unmentionable fluids
which would ban me into a land of ratings
a through f
g through xxx
between 1 and 5 stars
some number that is ten or less
everyone needs a rating
a judgement
a ticket to be accepted by a slice of the masses
ouzo makes it leave his mind
he could not care less
why do i?