This morning I shall wear the mask
Of the likeable idiot;
This morning, this afternoon, and ever after,
As far as is possible, and practical.
I shall be unobtrusive, inoffensive,
Harmless, but not guileless,
I shall reserve my judgments (outwardly),
And let people think of me as they please.
What do I care if they laugh at me?
If they ridicule me?
For idiots seldom attract the wrong kind of attention,
And, like donkeys, they live a long time.
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