In the beginning was money,
and gentrification was good.
So the Spirit of Urban Renewal
said, “Eve’s Diner stays! Understood?”
But soon there was trouble in Eden.
Some snake told a customer fibs.
His faith in her twin patties shaken,
the first man embraced a McRib.
The neighborhood followed McAdam
swiftly, though often unseen.
Now nothing’s afloat but McNoah’s,
drowning the local cuisine.
And then, in His infinite wisdom
and rainbow-inspiring view,
the corporate head, a McYahweh,
declared all He’d done was for you.