Eye’m Confused
The very, very center of
a storm is called the 'eye’.
Now I can’t help but wonder
as a supercell passes by...
why.
It cannot 'see’ a sight beyond
its formless, free expanse;
nor does it chance to comprehend
the elegance of the dance
wherein the bold and blue-faced wind
leads animals and plants
around in pirouettes and spins
(because life IS romance),
and yet they say 'the eye’ is in
the center of that mass!
('Sup with that!?)
The senseless storm, the hurricane,
tornado - all have 'eyes’?!
('Eye’ of the needle is just as inane
to postulate you guys,
as if steel pins have squishy brains
with optic nerves besides),
but anyway, I guess I’m saying
it seems truth’s stained with lies...
surprised?
I guess if that’s the way it goes,
we all should play the game.
I figure ears should each have 'toes’
and hoses should all be named!
And while we’re at it I suppose
that fingers should function the same -
let’s call each middle knuckle a 'nose’
as long as we’re talkin’ insane!
Why stop there, let’s really have fun.
Let’s swithch all names each day!
Or better yet, let’s rope the sun,
since logic can’t stand in OUR way.
Why seek the sense of 'walk to run’
when jogging might also be May?!
Why put a burger between your bun
when you could include a parade!?
And what about potatoes!?
We say they have 'eyes’ too.
It makes me wonder if indeed
we human beings really do!
