Silence of the Psalms

My muse is gone, good riddance to the witch And don’t come back, you extraneous lil b’itch Off to prey on others, pour napalm on their souls Sublimate good poetry, burn stanzas full of holes Infiltrate kind minds, corrupt joyous prayer Tear apart covenants, seed corrugated despair Yeah my muse is gone, in search of new hosts To spread vile poison, through every new post I’m an angel once again, deliverance fills each line A paragon for good, no more evil rhymes Champion of the soup, clear broth I’ll deliver Served with fava beans, Chianti, and my muses liver # Her name is Clarice # By David Kavanagh