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What did Sisyphus know About a slippery slope; Shoulder to stone His feet groped, Shifting inclinations; Each step consequential, A mythic joke. Wiggle the toes, Feel for the edge, Sliding is inevitable. We have no victims On fallacious slopes. Which lost hair defines bald; Which millimeter makes you tall; How many dimes makes one well off; Which freckle makes you cute or beautiful; Which ounce makes you fat, From thin to Bottacelli. Where does one begin? Removing sentiments, One at a time, You find you straddle The love/hate line, A line drawn on a mountain top, And splitting  your Sisyphus rock.
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Slippery Slopes
What did Sisyphus know About a slippery slope; Shoulder to stone His feet groped, Shifting inclinations; Each step consequential, A mythic joke. Wiggle the toes, Feel for the edge, Sliding is inevitable. We have no victims On fallacious slopes. Which lost hair defines bald; Which millimeter makes you tall; How many dimes makes one well off; Which freckle makes you cute or beautiful; Which ounce makes you fat, From thin to Bottacelli. Where does one begin? Removing sentiments, One at a time, You find you straddle The love/hate line, A line drawn on a mountain top, And splitting  your Sisyphus rock.
francie-lynch
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Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
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