Classic Poem

Sperm of the Earth! Better unmentioned be!
I had a close call from the percussion of the sea.
Castor and Pollux fought for me throughout
The far campaigns, under my eagles. Drought
Lifted me bodily and thirst connived
With scurvy — many a good man has unlived,
In conjunction with nephritis. It's been bad
From first to last! Excuse me if I'm sad.
Going one better, I thrust out my hand
Beckoned Chimaera. Not the man to understand
Am I, this lamb, and feline dragonette.
(Excuse me if I harp upon this pet.)
I never was a lion — of modest mark.
The powers-that-be were frightened by my bark.
I scorn the helvetian body of the goat.
All that was left me was the dragon's coat.
Sperm of the Earth! Better to be no one .
Who is it that you need to be, Son of the Sun?