Sir Isaac God, you -
dropped your apple
on my head,
you set the wheel in motion -
you let the knowledge begin
it was plucked
and fed me once,
oh suffragette snake,
you, who fooled the man
so no more apples,
bullshit, or doctor a day -
bring me fresh ripe cherries,
and give this foolish man
another chance
I promise this time
to push the snake deep
beyond the loins
of this lady earth
poem©GW Crow 2008. all rights reserved.
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