Yes, they say that Eve has fallen,
Flaunt the news like tabloid fare;
Still, I can only imagine
How she felt…nude but for her hair.
We can guess that it was boredom,
Or blame God’s rash, unruly haste
To build Himself a kingdom
Based upon an imperfect race.
And yet, I’m not one to question
All of the things He had in mind
When He made the fatal decision
To give Eve to Adam as wife.
But let’s assume Eve was bitter
At being second in command;
I mean, can you really fault her
Just for wishing herself a man?
She felt Adam’s manhood throbbing
Within the rib that he gave up;
Every breath that she took humming
With envy waiting to erupt.
So maybe that’s the real problem,
That God didn’t think fully through:
When He made Eve after Adam
He should have started off brand new.
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