[DMS]

The Sysyphyan Task

(Your destiny is to hit the base the ball starts moving.)

“And now he’s caught in a pickle!”

Is there a fate so great to be a Sisyphus of po’m?
Or viler, still, to climb the hill and grip to lift the stone?
Pushed the child, trialed all alone.
‘Twas the strangest kinda cycle, since the lines to him were coke.

Climb on. It seems the mountain grows,

as slowly slaves ahead

Who rolls the wedge of frozen lead

to hang upon the ledge.

Once he tastes ambrosia, and licks

The saber ‘pon the edge.

He labors on, as though, one day

The mangos on the hedge

He’d grasp, alas, to dangle on a breath!

The poet fell, the boulder plunged a thousand laps.
Noticely hung over him was over heavy albatross.
Figures that the quotes that he used.
Was the patch n branch which shows him the fruits.