I am my own Iago
whispering poison in my ear
there’s a reason why shoulder devils
look like the people their tempting
(at least in cartoons)
i will drown it all out and away
and sit peaceful within this sunny day
i will blind myself
i will deafen myself
to the goings on around me
and find contentment in despair
no, no, no
you’re not listening – not depair
find your joy in thin air
be a magician and manufacture delight
just enough to get through the night