More Rabid Doggerel

I doubt my eyes and become oblivious;
Ignore my ears, elude the obvious ;
Use both hands to grasp the tenuous ;
And model myself on the truly ridiculous

I love the way things really aren’t,
And how they can never be,
I enumerate things that just don’t count,
And look for things that I can’t see

I use pointed logic to make no sense;
Point my path towards the deadest ends;
Adopt darkest foes as dearest friends;
Wear the false gravity foolishness lends

I love the way things really aren’t,
And how they can never be.
I enumerate things that just don’t count,
And look for things that we can’t see

My bundle’s my burden, my safety my strife;
I embrace the wide world with a smile and knife;
In a bower take nonsense to be my sweet wife;
Which makes perfect sense when the sentence is life

I love the way things really aren’t
And how they can never be
I enumerate things that just don’t count
And look for things that we can’t see