RIGHT UNDER MY "KNOWS"

Like the nose on my face,

these “knows” lead my way,

though tucked ‘neath my surface,

never see light of day.

I like to see

what I like see,

so there’s no need to bother

with things as they be.

But you’re saying my “knows”

are less truth, more fiction?

Well that, my friend,

is just your opiction.

My mind’s made up

so don’t try to change it.

Don’t try to persuade me,

I might rearrange it.

Besides, who says

I can’t have my own facts?

What does it matter

if my dam’s got some cracks?

And, haven’t you noticed?

They suit me just fine.

Never mind yours

if they’re different from mine.

‘Cause the way I see things

facts aren’t as effective

if, even for a minute,

I think they’re elective.

There’s just one thing though,

I don’t understand,

and if you don’t mind,

well, give me a hand.

I notice in the mirror

oh, every now and then,

something unflattering.

Damn! It’s happening again!

Seems the more I trust

and tout my “knows”

the more, oh my god!

my nose grows.