Over-Run By Muses
At best, I am a stenographer:
the Muse dictates...and I write;
the Muse seeming all the
inspiration, a constellation
of wit and style – while I, a
single star – an abysmal one
at that...having enough spark
to mildly gleam, however, left little
more dignity than to obediently
listen and record –
It seems to me this way
with all forms of endeavor:
Reactionary! to traffic lights,
weather, pets, mates – and, of
course, our God and His Fates –
Lord, am I this, only...made to
be a mere puppet? At my zenith
another worthy Muppet....
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