Rock Around The Clock

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giddy Sisyphus back to pushing that rock
because that rock ain’t gonna push itself
still has to get up in the morning, clock in
remember how pretty sunsets were when the mill
oxidized the peeling houses for miles around
and in the infected stumps of Cleveland’s teeth
you could see the day drown itself in the lake
while you punished yourself for not being loved
you were always glad when it was over
like any surgery, as long as you wouldn’t remember
and the scar it left could talk about itself
and the scar it left made you attractive
silly Sisyphus, imagine yourself happy
you always know where that rock is