No Longer Musing

Written by: david goodwin

The other day I called it in
 
to my office, from the hall;
 
it wasn't that my muse was, "off"
 
it wasn't doing anything, for any reason, at all !
 
At the onset I thought it was but, a tad tired;
 
and l thought l'd give it another day;
 
then l began realizing a listlessness
 
that was contagious, much to my dismay.
 
I spoke with the man at the pharmacy
 
who assured me that there was a cure;
 
and that, if it were not soon administered
 
there'd be consequences no poet could endure !
 
So frightened was l, after hearing of this
 
l sprang to action, right after my nap;
 
l visited a place where the critics loved me,
 
'twas my fans thought l was loaded with, crap !
 
l awoke and went straight to my office
 
to have said "talk", with my weak little muse;
 
l instead, began writing about "nothing",
 
instead of holding on too tight, to an excuse