A Muse
Just fill out this page of plain A4
I promise that the words will come
Any excuse may be mere confusion
As writer’s block is just an illusion
Speak the words, don’t play dumb
There’s everything left to play for
I am a different kind of inspiration
The heavy hand often does just fine
No faffing around, saying your tired
Just get with it and be tightly wired
Find satisfaction squeezing every line
I don’t accept dither or obfuscation
The words are in there, as we know
They need teasing out one by one
Maybe you could even start a flood
You are a writer, it’s in your blood
So finish this work and you are done
Until the next time it doesn’t flow
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