Muse

Oh muse which doth refuse to help convey
The words that I so long to put to pen,
I hope the torment suffered through this day
Has pleased you, oh my darling sadist friend.

I wrack my heart and soul to find the words,
But all I seem to find's your taunting grin
For muse you have the arrogance of lords,
And laugh because you know I cannot win.

The rhymes, they dance just right beyond my reach
Like flowers tossed upon the fickle wind.
I strain yet cannot seem to close the breach
'Tween poet's song and that which will offend.

So muse, just leave me be you bastard knave.
Your welcome's gone lest you learn to behave.

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