ain’t it beautiful,
ain’t it grand,
using ‘ain’t’,
despite teacher’s reprimand.
ain’t, ain’t, ain’t
ain’t you,
ain’t me,
basking in impunity.
red-ink white out,
papers do decay,
no more indelible stains,
that ain’t be washed-away.
ain’t gonna do it,
ain’t gonna follow traffic sane,
why?
when we got here an empty,
unexplored,
break-down lane.
That’s pretty good man. Is it your’s?
Yeah, it is. Thanks man