There’s no way that I can explain
The goofiness of late
Except as machinations of
A twisted turn of fate
The rambunctiousness and happenings
Do not always compute
As I proceed about my life
And try to find a route
What is the cause of happenings
That short-circuit my day
And leave wandering the hall
Without a word to say
I would crash out, but I’m beyond
The place to find some land
To make a place to burn the plane
It’s gotten out of hand
There’s bowling texts and theater
And somewhere in there’s books
There’s napping in the library
And catching question looks
The nonsense will not overcome
I will accept the tide
But normal is what’s strange in life
And weirdness varies wide