There are two devils on my shoulders
Thinking that they know what’s best,
And they get in little battles,
And never give me rest.
“You can eat it! It is good!
It’s nutritious! (unlike wood)
Full of vitamins and stuff,
You can never have enough!”
“Don’t you dare!” the other claims,
“It will only rob your veins
Of the things that you need most!
(Otherwise, your life is toast!)”
So while they squabble over me,
I ditch them very carefully,
and eat the cake so quietly.
Neither devil is aware,
And I move on without a care.