Far too clever for his own good

Deceitful and quite crafty

He got up to stuff that no king should

In fact, he got plain nasty

 

Killing folk and cheating death

Is not proper or obedient 

Thus when it came to his last breath

Zeus couldn’t be less lenient

 

Forced to push a boulder up a hill

But never reach the top

Could make a chap feel queasy-ill

If not allowed to stop

 

Aching bones and constant pain

When the task itself is pointless

Might make you sorry or insane

Or at least wish you were jointless 

 

Still, that rock is pushed forever on

He’s lost all his dreams and goals 

They say he’s a pointless sad icon

But that’s just the way he rolls