All that is real we are pushing uphill
We invent vaccines and political machines
And even our wars are for the greater good
And even our streetwalkers are misunderstood
Life is a game that we play poker-faced
The paychecks and lawsuits, the Wall Street charade
And all of our children are sponsored by I.B.M.
And even our sacred lawmakers get a per diem
Death we enhance with wakes and with eulogies
Upwardly mobile rock shifts and settles back a bit
We catch it and strain for another generation
Sisyphus is us, we're a rock-bearing nation
And if we should slip
And our rocks all fall
Atomic catastrophe
Virus kill us all
Sisyphus will wait
For his children to grow
And start pushing pebbles
All that is real we are pushing uphill
We battle AIDS and cardiac murmurs
Shop for fast food and time-share vacations
Shop for hometowns and war-torn nations
Sisyphus dances under his ravaged rock
That has stopped and sways unheld
From the time of his death to the time of his birth
His heels kick up dirt and rattle the Earth
"one must imagine sisyphus happy!"--albert camus
I liked this poem... "our children are sponsored by ibm" and "even our sacred law makers are paid per diem" very great lines...thanks.