Grate, just grate.\u00a0 Nay – crate.\u00a0 Here’s a poem that will probably not make sense to anyone but me.<\/p>\n
As fast as I can fill them up And years ago did I reverse My consolation is the mass Grate, just grate.\u00a0 Nay – crate.\u00a0 Here’s a poem that will probably not make sense to anyone but me. As fast as I can fill them up The hill takes on a steep incline And when at last I see the top Down rolls this boulder fiend of mine And years ago did I reverse […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[248],"class_list":["post-749","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","tag-bad-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/749","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=749"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/749\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":751,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/749\/revisions\/751"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=749"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=749"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gratuitousscience.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=749"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe hill takes on a steep incline
\nAnd when at last I see the top
\nDown rolls this boulder fiend of mine<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThis pattern often, mirror’d back
\nRemoving things like I’d rehearsed
\nUntil the boulder swept its track<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSo not to make too much a fuss
\nOf muscles built upon this ass
\nwho spends his days like Sisyphus.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"