Here’s the problem
with this neighborhood:
more floods
than we know what to do with
Not a fortnight goes by
but someone isn’t building an ark
to save the lemurs
and badgers
and aardvarks
(I guess the velociraptors
are gonna need swimmies)
Does it occur to anyone
to relocate
somewhere we can build towers
in peace?
What’s wrong with my language?
What’s wrong with my lifestyle?
You blame it on a garden
You blame it on a woman
I blame it on
those bastard Mesopotamians
spreading rumors
Can we get our stories straight?
Can we agree on facts?
Can we standardize the narrative
for consistency?
These gods do sloppy work
A snake?
How original
And who said anything
about apples?
