The Way of the Damned
Sisyphus pushes his rock up hill
While Atlas bears his load.
Damned by the ire of capricious gods,
Forced down a toilsome road.
And so it is with the gods of thrill
Who trap and hold you fast
With opioids and images,
Perniciously unsurpassed!
Beware the promise of wealth or skill
Contained in a bottle brown.
Hold to the rod of simple truth
Lest you be taken down!
June 29, 2017
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017
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