Two kids in the Garden. Lovely but trouble coming.

The Girl listened to him.

Smooth and subtle.

Serpentine. Slithery.

His sales pitch, a humdinger.

I saw it all

Beside her.

You Guys can be gods

Yourselves.

Don't suck up to Elohim.

Be his puppets, no way.

You should have seen

Her puffed out chest, rooster-like.

Nice chest.

Nice handfuls.

I fell in line…grinning.






Weeks pass and

Declension has set in  big time.

Like some mortgage.

In arrears,  a burden

Beyond possibility of discharge.

Or is it, friend?

Hard labour, screaming childbirth

Disease, discord, death.

Dishonesty. Downfall.

Redeeming that mortgage?

Yeah maybe, just maybe.

Wait and see.

Time will tell.

And stop this adoration of self.

Capice?