#just watching the manosphere and it's terf hand maidens try to drag us all back to the 1830s

[b-lysia]

Sisyphus grins

with every fleck of dust his boulder kicks onto his chest

with every bit of grit 'neath his nails

through no rest

with every stumble

with every near fall

Sisyphus grins and smiles through it all

And when that gavel comes down, when that bill slips past

when it crashes he scrambles in his rush to catch

while it rumbles and falls, and he stumbles and calls

desperate to stop its descent

Sisyphus grins, with the hint of an edge

A flash of trash fires and bricks

cracked windows, black sticks

and pushes the boulder back up again.