A highlight of nonsense

I might as well just grab a zebra and a paint gun and finish the job. I know in the context of all those things this statement is kind of odd. I'm a tempest and a scoundrel and. Scholar and a saint. I'm many a things I am but in the same small breath I ain't I'm a walking oxymoron on two legs that I try diligently to stand on. But as the ground shakes from the break neck pace of life I can't put a hand on. Welcome to the world of insanity where speaking in tongue makes not sense And bask in the glory of the usual subjects who wait round in ignorance