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Sisyphus Dabbles in Haiku

Condemned by the gods
Bound in perpetuity
Bastards hold a grudge

Slanted light of dawn
Stirs the twice-damned dead to rise
Bagel. Coffee, black.

Some things are certain
Death and taxes, for instance
Also, gravity

Summit within reach
Just a few more inches—whoops!
There it goes again

The ascent is hard
But the descent’s not half bad
It’s the little things

Day in and day out
Tiresome toil from dawn to dusk
What am I, Amish?

I bear my burden
As a postman bears his load
Civil, but half-mad

“Orange” is pretty bad
But nothing—I mean nothing—
Rhymes with “Tartarus”