"How do I know who I can trust?"
Said Eve to the garden snake
"You can trust me", the serpent replied
As his forked tongue began to shake

"I'll be your friend and you'll be mine,
And Adam doesn't even have to know"
"Just take one bite, it'll be alright,
And you can tell him I told you so"

Well a worm came out of that apple
Before Eve ever got it to her lips
He said, "What are you doing?, run away,
Don't listen to the snake's evil tips"

Eve was confused by the snake and the worm
And didn't know what to do
So she said, "Eeanie, meni, minie, moe,
I think I'm gonna pick you"

Now we all know who she chose that day
Not the worm, but the serpent instead
She had some protein with her forbidden fruit
When she bit off that poor worms head

I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough

Well, sometimes life is funny
The way some things unfold
It's like your second childhood
In the years when we grow old

We gotta go back in diapers
So that we won't *** the bed
We're way too old to hold a spoon
So we even gotta be fed

And since our teeth has fallen out
Our food's either mashed or cut
And everytime we have too go ****
Somebody wipes our ****

They even have to tie our shoes
And put on all our clothes
And if we come down with a cold
Somebody wipes our nose

So, when your days on earth is long
Remember this golden rule
Living long's not always fun
Because sometimes life is cruel

Your lies are like a familiar face
That scar me to my core
You've changed the person I used to be
I'm nothing like before

You've hardened every part of me
My heart is made of stone
You chiseled away, 'til there's nothing left
Not fit to look upon

You put me on a pedestal
So that everyone can see
But they don't know the person I was
Or what you've done to me

You're proud of your creation
You mold me to your will
You consider yourself the master poet
And me, just the poet's quill

You painted me to your perfection
And forgot about my heart
I no longer exist to me, but to you,
Your greatest work of art

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

Brother against brother
A war beyond reason
To escape this war
Would surely mean treason

The time came to choose
On which side to fight
Not knowing the truth
Or which one was right

A mother stands watching
As her sons choose sides
She shows no evidence
Of the sorrow she hides

The Blue or the Gray
A color was chosen
Blood paints their swords
As time stands frozen

The North or the South
Where do they stand
One brother is slain
By his own brother's hand

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

I hide my eyes, too scared to look
This corner, I never leave
Safe and sound as the world goes by
Not knowing what to believe

From here I can't see a future
I keep living my life in the past
I try to move on but my fears hold tight
Haunted, by the shadows they cast

Crippled, I sit, day after day
The whispers will keep me in place
Not strong enough to stand on my own
Too scared of what I will face

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees

My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're  just made that way"

If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat

Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"

If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do

So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"

Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife