Little White Lie

When up went down I lost my ground

All the way down I threw up into a cup

When left went right I lost my sight

When right went left I was again bereft

Of absolute, objective, dead reckoning

Be it large be it small, be it short be it tall

Be it thin be it wide, alone or in a pride

Be it vast be it dense, be it only faintly sensed

I need it I need it I need just one

One unmovable point from which to build my sun

My sun of morals my sun of laws

Go unheard, unfelt, unlived if we hem and haw

Hesitate, vacillate, an infinity of wait

A perpetual DMV line of moral relativity

All because we can’t decide on just one spot to be

All of your subjectivity has landed you here, are you satisfied?

Let’s agree on objectivity, even if it’s just a little white lie