Muse Abuse
Fumbling for a pen in the dark of night
Few lines of poetry I had to write
Fearing they vanish with approaching light
To wake one at night the muse has a right?
Rice turned charcoal and soup dry
While I ran upstairs to add a new rhyme
Long distance was left on the phone to cry
With muse on the line I lost track of time
Too many discussions end in fights
Too many questions answered with what?
My mind takes off on poetry flights
This time the muse I'll kick in the butt
Offended or not don’t come after nine
The poet will go to rest after we dine.
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