If it ain't sunshine

It's a case of proper taste

the cosmic highway melts

while the moon stays in it's own lane

And the stars circle it 

With chains of ethereal sting,

If it ain't the Earth

It's a worth of silver strings

Dimensions pulled by who

What when why and where

All there to say nope

Not me,

I can't find the scriptures

That I wrote as a young man 

Ripped from reasoning by 

A sweet and sour dominatrix

Licking this loser's lollipop 

With a stiletto strategically placed

Right in his goody bag,

The safe word today is

floccinaucinihilipilification

You'll never make it out of here, 

If it ain't the right word

It's a verb telling me where to go

Or where I can stick it 

From the average Everyman 

Who doesn't give a damn 

Who we are trying to be,

All I know is vision 

With my eyes 

Or lips,

Slipped incisions of learning

Slightly descend on me

Past the filter of lessons

Always learned the hard way,

If it ain't symmetry 

It must be ugly

Because evening out the lines

Is the global concern

Ain't it?