The Devil is in the Details

The little technicalities, 

the tiny trivialities

the unimportant bagatelle

may joy and inspiration quell

Unfriendly words 

persistent nerds

can make you frown

may weigh you down

A broken dish

will make you mad

a dead, old fish

oh, my, so sad!

No peace of mind

is there to find;

that you are bad 

is not a fad

The world is black

your thoughts are blue

all virtues lack

your doom is due

Now,

Chuck every trifle!

and don't let you stifle

your life is your own

with soul, skin and bone

Shake off the past

go have a blast

forgive yourself

fly like an elf

Go dream a dream

blow off some steam

lay crazy plans

walk with a prance

What is in stall

for each and all

we do not know

But light a glow

within your heart

and make a start

on your own way

to Mandalay*

*...Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,

Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be —

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea..."  Kipling