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.
Ω
Dejected, defeated, and dripping with pee,
Compounded belabored humility.
His abysmal existence doomed always to be
But a sick exercise in futility.
Ω
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.
Buttercup's House 