God's Next Bust
by Bob Smith

We'll never get over the flaw
of being human
or being wrong
on purpose
humanity loves its sin


Adam followed Eve
not because he was tricked
He wanted the apple
because it was quick
The snake knew the two
were too smart for their souls
and they picked
and smiled
and God cast them out
“but the grapes in the garden would've been sour”
of that they were sure
The apple was worth it
clarity would cost
so they stuck to their pride
and died


Now we sit on our stoops
drinking cider at noon
smirking at God
Our bombs dropping judgment
on the heathens below
Our modems transmitting
screech dot, dash, slash
“live free or die” we say to thee
“your grapes are sour without one of these”


He sent us the message
that we had it all wrong
Christ and Buddha
Mohammed and Lao Tsu
They offered us grapes on the vine
for wine
but we picked our apples long ago


So we sit on our stoops
drinking cider at noon
smirking at God
The only question now
will he send the sons of Heaven once more?
Or did we miss it again?
with Gandhi and Martin


Its apples for us
until we are dust
the vine reserved for God's next bust