Faster than a minnow can swim a dipper,
Things came out of it so evil and bitter.
Should it be called a gift,
When all it did was make things drift?
From it came out that which made men envy,
Pushing their poor hearts to eternal slavery.
Making but for love a tiny space,
Even when it's present in every place.
"Do not open" she was told,
But her curiosity she couldn't hold.
Maybe it should have been kept hidden,
For now even Pandora would want the evils of her box ridden.
