Somebody Stole My Myths-XJ Kennedy

Somebody stole my myths,
Stole all their gists and piths.
Somebody pinched my Juno and Pan,
Crooked Dionysus
And caused my spiritual crisis.
Some no-good no-account
Made my centaur dismount.
Some bugger in a laboratory coat with test-tube in hand
Mixed nitrogen with glycerin and poof! went my promised land, oh,
Hear me crying,
Don't much like forever dying--
Somebody stole my myths.