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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.26.18.19.4458]] |
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I push my soul slowly side by side With Sisyphus up the hill His boulder leaves little room, The ramp is narrow, my feet still I wait for him to pass by me Knowing he will fail and slip And though my soul is lighter I know I'll lose my grip Down seven levels to the heat Of hell and damnations fire I go to rooms of lonely folk To watch my ex live wire She sits below, in hell of yahoo Enjoying male attention I lurk about in Holmes' disguise For her my name to mention How hot this fire, how great the fall The chat is fast and engaging And all the women fair and hopeful With presence she's upstaging I grease the ramp, and Sisyphus' feet Sabotage my own salvation By merely watching harmless chat From my computer station |