Pluto Poem by Armadillo Poet

Somewhere along the River Styx
In a lavish Trump condominium,
Sulla cracks a smile
While drinking wine
From Marius' skull

It had become his only solace
As he judged the Caesars
Under Pluto's shade

This had suited him
Since the passing of Metrobius
Who could no longer tempt
With the voluptuousnesses of life
Any crack on the countenance
Of a Cold Dead Titan's face

It is for all of this, it may be thought,
That many hide planets in the Heavens
Simply by renaming them