Absconding Muse

My muse blew a fuse Without excuse fealty did recuse In jilting fashion without compassion Tendered passion did stingily ration Lofty discourse from pen did divorce With no remorse absconded every resource My inspiration turned to perspiration Hopeless itinerant somewhat penitent The bartered lexicon I did recon A vagrant shill seeking to rill The run-off spill pages to fill A pilfered title would move engine from idle An embezzled theme would ideas stream A trite rhyme would be sublime A pawned metaphor to open the door A brokered simile; a borrowed metonymy Would re-collect the literary dialect Now shorn from mind so forlorn