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“Fuck it,” I said,
What’s the point?
You push and you push,
and it doesn’t matter because…

“But wouldn’t it be nice,” she said,
“if everything were different.
Then we could…”

But things aren’t different.
Like Sisyphus pushing the stone,
Working harder and harder,
But he had it easy,
His feet didn’t slip.

Slippery feet
People whose sole purpose
is to undermine,
to take,
to grasp,

Never to create,
Never to contribute,
Never to construct,
Never to give back,

So you push and you push
But your feet won’t stick
They keep slipping,
They keep taking,
And won’t stop.

Even Sisyphus never pushed this hard.

— Dan Sutton, 2008