Sisyphus My Friend - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

sisyphus my friend
what rock shall we roll
on this hilltop?

tell me, what size of rock
fits my size today,
i am big and my shoulders are broad
i have a happy disposition
i am used to all these
burdens and they all seem the same to me
i get used to rolling rocks
and i like them all
they all feel the same to me
you see, my friend,

nothing is heavy now
nothing hurts
nothing is worth thinking
nothing is worth complaining

i like everything
i like all these burdens

everything is a play now
a game
a gimmickry, a role playing, a sham,

and i am so shocked
why they write about us

why they think
we are stupid, dumb, and so unjust

come my friend
let us be as absurd as ever

come my friend
let us be great
let us carve our names in stone

twin sisyphus, the confused,
yet, still so strong...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, June 23, 2008

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