In both the story of all humankind
or of one person, one trait above all,
although feared and much maligned,
returns eternal and does all enthrall.
From a primeval tale told by caveís fire,
through the pixel flame before present eyes,
there does fester the repellant desire,
that despite cries otherwise never dies.
From infantís booboo to aged complaint,
from the daily rubber neck local news
to historyís lack of savage constraint,
our torment want we refuse to defuse.
Prometheus an eagle we do give,
for with Hadesí wish for death we do live.