Sisyphus Smokes.

Lessons learned. Busy little B******s, aren't they?

Sisyphus Smokes.

Sisyphus went out for a smoke.

here I stand minding his rock.

No, not an opening for a joke.

I'm once again taking stock.

Like a half remembered line.

Just words. No valid meaning.

Being me nearly all the time,

Teeters on the demeaning.

I'm currently another me.

Way easier than I'd thought.

Changed the way I Breathe.

I excel at being forgot.

No eye contact anymore.

Anathema to such a role.

Aim laughter at he floor.

It's tacky to display a Soul.

It's fun not being myself.

Doing not a Damn. Properly.

Discomfort tidy on it's shelf.

Laughing when told.  Hilarity.

Don't seem to miss me.

Should be more worrisome.

Not important, probably.

Aren't grown-ups fun?!

Ridiculously Simple walking by.

Not bothered with a thing.

Tease my feathers and fly.

How clever me, for winning.

Worry gets fed fine everyday.

And most everything is alarming.

All good moments prefer to Play.

Gotta Love the terminally Charming.