Condemned by the gods
Bound in perpetuity
Bastards hold a grudge
Slanted light of dawn
Stirs the twice-damned dead to rise
Bagel. Coffee, black.
Some things are certain
Death and taxes, for instance
Also, gravity
Summit within reach
Just a few more inches—whoops!
There it goes again
The ascent is hard
But the descent’s not half bad
It’s the little things
Day in and day out
Tiresome toil from dawn to dusk
What am I, Amish?
I bear my burden
As a postman bears his load
Civil, but half-mad
“Orange” is pretty bad
But nothing—I mean nothing—
Rhymes with “Tartarus”
Mike Richardson-Bryan used to be a lawyer, but he’s all better now. No, really. His work has also appeared on McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, in the pages of Cracked, Stitches, and The Wittenburg Door, and recently appeared in The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007. He lives in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada with one wife and two dogs.
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