I know -- these days, Muse poems are totally cliche

I'm sick and tired of the so-called muses,
especially the one who always chooses
to make it clear that I don't work hard enough,
yet, when I ask for a little help with my stuff,
she's always the first one who flatly refuses.

My muse yelled, "Stop! That's prohibited." I said, "What?" "The behavior you just exhibited." I said, "What did I do?" She said, "You took some lines that didn't belong to you." I said, "Jeez! Instead of helping me, you're making me feel totally inhibited."
Someone asked, "Could you write without a muse?" I said, "Probably could, but I'd refuse. Why? Because a muse is so good at showing what to tell the audience and what to keep it from knowing so that you can keep right on going with your wild-ass ruse."
I was having a hell of a time with a poem that shouldn’t ever have been mine. The muse had made a big mistake by giving me lines that shoulda gone to this poet named Blake, of which I could make neither reason nor rhyme.
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