As Sisyphus took a piss into the wind
‘Neath the boulder, eternal his place,
His decision, at once, did he wish to rescind,
When the warm assault seasoned his face.
Dejected, defeated, and dripping with pee,
Compounded belabored humility.
His abysmal existence doomed always to be
But a sick exercise in futility.
Ineffectual, vain, unavailing, at that,
Was this feckless, ill-fated Olympian.
But the way that shit just seemed to roll for this cat
Was decidedly duly Sisyphean.