In the beginning
    the spirit overextended
upon the face of the waters
    ordering the vast expense
of humanity, requiring
    restructuring of the way
the gods would finance
    the firmament circling
celestial Bodies in endless orbit,
    gravity forming a black hole
(a telestial money pit)
    which someone had to bankroll,
so a Council was convened
    to decide how best to manage
the heavenly commodities.

A torch was lit,
    a flame spoke forth
with dawn’s red authority:

        Let us organize man in
            my own image,
        a man, just one male alone
            who shall be ranked
        by seniority.

Another arose with lips of light,
    his words falling as a stone seed:

     We have learned by sad experience
         it is not good for man
     to be alone with absolute authority.
         Give him a helpmeet
     yoked equally. Make him
          part of a family.

The heavenly board calculated
    the dividends and chose to go with the first
(the stockholders finding it more lucrative
    to maintain management).
And so a corporation was formed and recognized legally
    by the whole of all the earth.

And it came to pass the password was bequeathed
    to a lonely man possessing the single deed
to everything in perpetuity
    based upon being the longest alive,
or at least the longest ordained,
    and finally, to close any loophole,
to be perfectly precise:

   (1) longest
   (2) continuously
   (3) serving in the body of
   (4) man.

       How art thou fallen, O Orson!
           who was cast down
       in Eighteen Seventy Five.

And when the deed was executed
    notarized and sealed,
the morning stars together sang:

      Who needs a bride when we
          have a groom, a glorious Celibate:
      Rejoice, no more
          deficit! We will make rain and many
      profits shall pour from the rivers
          to the ends of the earth.

And the man slept, for while
    he had no sons or posterity,
there would always be another to take his place
    pursuant to (1), (2), (3), and (4). See, supra.
And there was no end to the budgeted generosity
    of him who owned the whole shebang.

And the gods breathed into the
    man’s nostrils and he
became a living
    sole.

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