I Know Nothing

Happy are we that came from the rain        
And stood up under the Dumdum tree        
Happy in ignorance are we that play,        
That ever thought to slay a Jabberwocky        
       
And I served it no justice        
       
But unfearing the curse of the madman,        
Or from which direction the darling came          
                
I know nothing of an ordinary fear of flying          
Taking chances with backpacks        
As did gyre and gimble in the wabe        
With studied trophies of abandoned ivory        
       
Again and again I pay        
       
Damn the thieving bastards anyway        
A strategy of an overture lord;        
Pounds of Penates and golden alloys          
Playing pinochle, equal to a damaging rampage        
       
But I’m an optimist I say I say        
That hits the ground running every day        
In uniform motion, and fear, dare I say          
As fearless as it came,        
As salty and ignorant as the sea        
In solūtus of the rain.