Sissy-Phus

There’s a chip on my shoulder the size of Sisyphus’ boulder,

I’m struggling with him as we roll it up, only for it to fall back down.

He was a cunning knave according to Google, I’m a nervous cunt.

His torment lasted an eternity, I’m lucky I guess.

Luck is something I usually lack, this life of mine is lacklustre and I’m running out of courage,

to carry on,

Pushing forward.

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