Like the serpent
from the Garden
I get a bad rap
but not for tempting
the infinite innocent
into damnation

I don’t attempt to deceive
or get the children to believe
the fruit is theirs for the taking
and I expect none to be forsaking
the father who gave them life

but cursed nonetheless
for what I spew and spin
but I lead no soul to sin

I only want a bug now and then