Let your spirit weep
to the tune of the blues
happiness shall sleep
and dream
in delusional hues
and to survive
every word man needs a muse

cry for it baby,
this simple little piece your missing
with religious undertones
the serpent at your feet is hissing
a clever little hymn
to the tune of the blues

Feast upon it
for if what the serpent says is true
it is the sweetness of knowing
that is forbidden
not the sweetness
of the fruit.