He'd stolen the secrets of the Gods and chained
down Thanatos, the God of Death. The dead
could not pass over as had been ordained
so Hades charged him for his crimes. He pled
his innocence, but Sisyphus was condemned
to roll a boulder up a hill to the top;
it always rolled back down again – he stemmed
his tears and tried again and could not stop.
It vanished. What relief! A man alone
paced at the bottom, walking with a swagger.
"Are you a mutation of my rolling stone?"
"You've guessed correctly, Sissy. I'm Mick Jagger.
We Stones need smokes for us and our troupes of trollops
and Zeus says you’ll supply never-ending roll-ups."