An Archangel On My Shoulder or It’s Doolally Time!

This light

And

Contented voice

Began repeating itself

In

My head.

I thought

Oh dear

Cognitive impairment has arrived

Put down the scotch

Happiness.

It repeated

Quietly

Over and over

One simple word:

Happiness.

Happiness.

No rhyme or reason

Sneaking in at all hours

An angels voice.

Jophiel?

Gabriel?

Happiness.

Two days now

Happiness.

No hippy nonsense,

No away with the faeries

Just

Happiness.

That

Is

All.

Naturally I contributed

Al Green

And

Added

Love.

I have a problem with authority.