I wear Adams DNA
feel the space where I miss one rib

can taste that fruit that everyone says was an apple
whereas in fact it was no such thing(check it out)

every snake I see I can hear a serpent hissing
knowing I could be dinner

all my clothes are eaten by moths
no matter how much I hide my nakedness

the sweat on my brow drips into my eyes
blinding me to my folly

I work and acquire, work and acquire
all in vain and false labour.