The Sun Complains

When I look at both of you as a pair, The moon revolves around the earth, She is as fair as ever and glitters as a jewel, The perfect artisan from my rays of workshop, Select the right angle to reflect her perfect features, Though the blemishes are found here and there, An obedient child follows the rules of law, Sincerely spinning around her wayward spouse, The earth is an example what the sixth sense could do, Gulping of hard liquor without any concern of health, Smoking the weeds and weapons to sieve the lungs, Infectiously sealed, learn how to fight the microbes, The perfection is settled in their noses, The scents of estrogen and testosterone cloned, Coughing of earth quakes and episodes of fits, Free passage of dangerous ultra violets, To adorn the underwear of purple and soft, What a notorious child he is, never thinks of his children, A few have four legs, while others have two legs, A few have no legs, still moves, a few live in the water, A few stay on the land. The earth doesn’t know the ethics, Of being a good parent, polluted his liver and hearts, Roaring of coughing can be silenced, The third parties come and show their sad faces, Behind the mask, they think their competitor is gone, For good, Be a moon, don’t pick up bad options.