You couldn't help yourself could you?
You had to listen to that snake that was basically telling you sweet nothings.
Didn't you at least once questioned why a snake was talking to you in the first place?
I am pretty sure that it was the only creature that could talk so why weren't you like
OHHHH HELLL NO

You ate the fruit cause it's suppose to give you wisdom
Yeah it gave you wisdom only because you made a mistake

Then you had to share the wealth with Adam
it's bad enough you went out and believed a snake, maybe you were high or something,
But you had to get poor little Adam in trouble too.

Now he made a mistake and got wiser
now Because of y'all two we all grow old and die
Women have to have pain when giving birth
Men have to break their backs picking up weeds and junk

This is all true
It's according to the bible
but what gets me
is that Snake talked
and you didn't even blink an eye.

summer
searing heat
sweltering and sweating
scorching one's soft skin
sizzling

counting off fifths of bourbon,
each one i labeled as my last,
the rows of glass bottles, empty of amber
crowd my subconscious

and now, clinking from my passenger seat
at the bumps in the road
sings a tinkling melody of my defeat

i blame those nights,
[which are most nights]
that are drowned by a persistently resonating
lack of noises and voices
which urge me to stifle the drone with a triple shot on the rocks
hold.the.mixer.hold.the.water.&.no.last.call

so when i can manage to recall
how much lighter i am
on those rare mornings,
unburdened by the sloshing, sickened weight of the evening's burning fog,
a subsequent golden haze effectively numbs me
and the thrumming darkness fades into liquid amber