Contemplating root cause of why believing something is right does not always make it so.
You, my friends, are animals,
Naked by design.
Never meant to hunger for
Anything divine.
Life, however, is no treat
When you're made from dirt,
Which is why you're here like me,
Pining for dessert.
Knowledge of what's good and bad
Dangles from this tree,
Ripe with tempting god-like vibes.
Freshness guaranteed.
Why should it be out of bounds
When it's in your face?
Surely you can bend the rules,
since you run this place.
I tried one, and it made me
Well groomed and refined.
Should you, therefore, sneak a bite,
you will be just fine.
The side-effects are minimal.
Should not last too long.
Sometimes you may think you're right,
When you're really wrong.