Almost anything can make sense
(even things that initially seemed preposterous)
if you just think about them hard enough.
Because you’re a person who’s
in love with the truth
(even though you don’t know your nose from a rhinoceros)
almost anything can make sense
to you. Because you know you’ve
had it rough
(and you admit to being a bit of a masochist—
you have to be to think as hard as
the half of the world that
wears smarty-pants
to keep from rubbing against truth’s cockle-burrs):
whether it makes sense to or not you
just have to put on your Foster
Grants,
take off your towel, and strut your stuff.
You’ll find out soon enough
if you’ve really got the guts
to climb the fence
or whether you’ll find yourself playing Hold!
Enough!
with your own shadow (which doesn’t make sense,
unless you flap your dream wings hard enough).
