Trixie is Annoyingly Persistent

There are many things I would rather do Trixie, my muse is tapping me like a tattoo artist’s needle She is annoyingly insistent, brazen and persistent I decide to ignore her; I have other hobbies The poem she wants to write floats in the air of my art studio I throw fluorescent orange paint onto a canvas and ignore her She sends a wasp that lands on the paint This is maddening another line of her poem shouts in my ear I cannot fight Trixie any longer I put down my brush and pick up a pen