pluto (i'd rather you didn't)

How could I praise the God Who'd make a tragic hero of me Not once had I asked for the cursed fate That's befallen my smoldering sun Perhaps God's the proxy for my rage The haybale target of infernal fervor Perhaps I am that deity of ill-will Who taints the Earth where I tread How could one ask that I drain the ichor From my smiling, guiding, star Or face the death of my incomplete identity Boiled in Dante's lake of tar Percival Lowell has appelled me Sisyphus Percival the Oracle has slated me with a tragedy Pluto and Charon drag me through the Styx As I invoke the meaning of God's cruel trick Perhaps God's the proxy for my rage The haybale target of infernal fervor Perhaps I am that deity of ill-will Who taints the Earth where I tread --- pluto (i'd rather you didn't) - acarthrythcy