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, […]

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