A serpent
Coiled itself behind me
While I was diligently working
At my desk, with blank expressions
Alone on a somber night.

He whispered in a ghastly voice,
“Follow me to paradise.
I shall lead you to the orchards
Where the freshest fruit blossoms;
The pulp as appealing as the rind.

Yes, the orchards are vast;
Almost like living in a sea
Where you cannot drown!
And all of mankind
Could dwell in such an organic sea!”

I asked if I could ever breathe there
The same way I breathe today.
I asked if my cleansing sunlight
Could ever reach me
At such depths if I went.

The serpent went mute
And slithered back into my pants,
Where it belongs in its jungle.