I am my father’s son, yes
Expectations succumbed to satisfaction
The forbidden fruit sure was delicious
But unlike him, I am blaming no one.
Not my wife, serpent, not even I
My conscious choice willed freely
I am confident that grandpa knew
His rats wouldn’t just guard the cheese
Omnipotent! Omniscient! sure He knew.
The consequences are unforgiving though
Nakedness wrapped up in shame as promised
Anguishing life outside Eden, unbearable
Peeping through the pearly-white gates
Sometimes I wish I were the prodigal son
But out here, I have stockpiles of apples
Oh so scrumptiously satisfying
If grandpa were to wipe my slates clean
He would have to cut that damn tree down
I am my mother’s child indeed
Her wild side in me, I am adventurous
No bruise to prove broken laws’ claim,
But not knowing is an incurable disease.
I would blame the serpent too, but how can I
Mother touched fire now I know it burns
I also know how the flames can feed me
I shall venture on future waves prideful
Uncertain maybe, my choices nonetheless
Rapadoo,
