I have no reason to make sense

I have no reason to make sense
just as much as a monkey has reason
to throw his shit all over the place.
Do I need to explain myself like a
hippo on roller skates?
Or can the public finally accept the idea
that perhaps the saltines I ate last night
have engulfed my entire intestines?
Does every little aspect of living on Planet X
need to coincide with something in the normal realm?
I only question the questions of questioning
because the answers of answering seem to answer themselves,
so please. When I see the clock is midnight
and you ask me to come in five minutes
expect me at one in the afternoon.
Because the sun sets differently in my house,
since the sparrows flew backwards in the summer.