Some days it might amuse the muse
To sit in offended silence
Or to place stones in both your shoes
And push your head to violence
Other days, on what path you choose
The words may fall like rain
Oh fickle muse – use, abuse, confuse
And play tricks with the brain
While some say if you have no muse
Your writing won’t be cool
I’m fairly sure that’s just an excuse
For being a lazy fool
Should Poetry Elude You
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