'Twas on creation's seventh day
when God was tired and had to play,
that She devised a jape so cruel
that even Satan had to drool.
Said Satan, "That's the lowest prank
You've made so far, and yet they'll thank
You for it, 'cause they think the light
Shines down from Your throne infinite."
And God said "It's their own damned fault.
I set fair rules but they revolt.
I've given them so much good stuff
Yet still they whine it's not enough.
I've planted only one sad shoot