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For Lack Of A Muse
If I had no enemies
I could not dream sweet dreams of sweet revenge
Nor contemplate the lesser prize of retribution.
If I had no enemies
I could not laze about in the noonday sun
Awaiting the intervention of Divine Justice.
Most likely, I would be strung out in limbo
Alongside foregiveness and its eerie companion, love.
Then what?
I would have to blow this two-by-four cell
And search for a new source of Inspiration.
What a drag.
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