Man was once simple.
He stood in simple nakedness
with his simple, limp urinary tract extension
hanging between his simple legs
with a halo of wild hair
no one told him to shave, wax, or pluck.
He understood himself
even if not in a biological way.
But he understood that when his stomach hallowed
he could eat and feel better.
When his stomach felt ready to burst,
he could squat wherever he pleased
to expel his inner demons.
He understood the world too,
that he was the king of animals.
Even lions bent to his will
for Man had given them names.
When his body could no longer move,
he closed his eyes to return to Heaven.
When he woke alone in the Garden,
none of his stuff had been moved.
His pile of rocks stood as rocks.
His fig leaf collection remained scattered still.
Sometimes, Man even bathed
because the water felt good
on his body, but no one form him to.
It made his beard a sponge,
his beard no one ever asked to shave, wax, or pluck.
The Man, he was happy.
On the next day, God created Eve.