wordsout by godfrey rust
Adam
it
wasn't me
it
was that
woman
she doesn't know what's good for her
it was that snake
horrible slimy snake
I wouldn't have believed a word
I wouldn't have been taken in
imagine a talking snake
well I ask you
and
then
and then
it was you
you made Eve
you made the serpent
it was your rotten apple
you knew all about it—
I was miles away
doing the garden like I was told
you're the one
you did it
it wasn't me
it wasn't me
and anyway I only took a little bite