I know a little part of me
is wise as wise can be;
but, my, oh my, how quick it hides
when common sense does flee.
Some say my heart speaks all too loud
and overtakes my brain.
my intellect's a cloudy haze;
strange thoughts, I entertain.
Each night in dreams I find escape,
or maybe it finds me.
Where's rationale in abstract art
or sense in fantasy?
I know I'm smart enough to see
that finding humor's key
so let's just say that life's a dog
and I'm an active flea.
Yes, it's okay to scratch your head
and wonder what I said.
Just know somewhere I've laid my eggs,
and fleas do quickly spread.