"Eden is boring Nothing explodes
There are no trains to fall off the tracks
And Adam finds himself
With something missing
Comic books? Broadband? Balsamic vinegar?
Pachinko? Razor blades? Plasma TV?
He's aware of an itch
And scratching
Has yet to be invented
He eyes the fruit,
The One Forbidden Thing
"Not yet," says the serpent,
Who's seen the script.
But Adam is engineered for impatience:
Quests, missions, objectives,
Grails unholy or otherwise.
"Out!" says the angel.
And Adam shrugs,
Loses the core
Strides to the open gate.
Something on two legs
Is running after him."