Today’s prompt was to write a poem that argues against or questions a proverb. I chose the following proverb: “An idle brain is the devil’s workshop”, which means if you do nothing you’ll think of mischief.

I yearn for the lulls in the evening
When the bustle draws in to serenity
In those moments, I find my thoughts leaving
And the silence brings me clarity

They say an idle brain is the devil’s workshop
But if that was the case,
Tibetan monks would be raiding fur shops
And tagging train cars they can’t erase

See, the devil was no fool
He knew his idle mind was a tool
For some mischief runs straight to the bone
And they are the ones throwing stones