It’s the question humans have asked since
We started asking questions. Oedipus felt
Royally screwed when only life could convince
Him the blind guy was right re: the deal dealt.
And the whole ordeal in the Garden–we all know
That sooner or later one of them was going
To eat that fruit, invent shame, and go
Full binary–Hey! Your fig leaf’s showing.
And has it not been a blame game
Ever since? –pointing outward to the source
Of our problems. Destinee said some lame
Shit, so I had to slash her tires, of course.
So yeah, I had a choice, but she made me,
And look how free will done played me.