Beer from the Garage.

Like a Sisyphean struggle in reverse
we tumbled down the mountain, most days.
It was very hot, we panted like the dogs
and sweated our tits off, as humans do
then drank very cold beer from the garage.
Sisyphus rolled that stone back up, every time.
We just hitched a lift.

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