God's Woes
12:11AM Tues, Aug 27 2002

In the beginning:

Watch the children dear!
They lived on fruits, 
They bore no fear, for
They stepped from my hands
Onto the sea-shed shore.

...My children, no!
Do not step from this paradise!
...I warned you so.

Then they built castles,
Hand-made woodwork caves.

Ancien Regime: 

O, I pity thee, 
I lament for this day!
For my dear children, 
Your beloved brethens,
Have income tax to pay.