poaching or the voting season

The mortals are voting their way out of it & Atlas keeps holding the pebble, on a rocky beach…

Zeus is inebriating the Mary while her son is playing on the cross.

Hit the ballot with a pin: Yes, No – Maybe isn't

The votes covered the valley of Olympus

It didn’t rise like the dough, to the peak of the pot – unpushing the lid over

it drained the river

Where mortiferous bipeds did gulp