If sisyphus did not have his rock,
What would he do?
With free time (and no kids or wife)
I'm sure he'd be a fool

I am a collection of rocks
That people put on me
Or I feel simply should be there

And without them I'm terribly scared.

Was sisyphus's rock his friend
Did he talk to it, sun up to down
Daylight to day's end?

As I talk to my mind and imaginary audience
They throw tomatoes as I back-bend
But they also entertain me
With new ****** expressions daily

Although it's awful and burns
I learn from the scenarios the theater plays
Tweeting like a bird
I locked myself in my own cage