Adam's Apple

A gift to the Gifty's

Admired even in the ninety's

My adam's apple

I need to go a search

Give me a basket

Or hand that can fetch

Witty kinds, this is mystery

I am not one but I sing myself in

Cos a gift of a bicycle

can take my car

Hold my tentacles

I will raise my bar

O gift me

Give me, thy adam's apple

Thy treasure and thy crest

All apples are simple

cos all apples have nipples

and are every man's rest

That's why Adam roamed the garden

searching and searching his apple

And his beloved wife, our mother Eve

To his surprise, the devil deceived

Cos Adam searched and was so slow

His apple was nearby, you never know

He needed something unknown

Maybe like a sick bowl

That can sit, sit everywhere

And after he ate,

he never searched

he went running

O still mystery

These apples make men stammering

And strong feet go wobbling

Like the sea, it's hot inside

But cold on freeze

so if you meet Eve

Take your Adam's apple

But remember the good example

Don't overdose

Cos abuse kills

Abuse of power kills multitudes

Abuse of drugs makes one destitute

Abuse of orgasm, is never a prostitute

Oh let me

I  pray thee

Walk on thy milky way

And give us thy adam's apples

O Lords