My Muse

My muse today is on the lash
And talking proper tripe
He’s on the rum without a splash
And seriously ripe
He filled my chapter nine with c**p
And vomited some verse
He’s really riding for a slap
Or something rather worse
My muse is one who rides his luck
As bad as he can be
Why is my muse a useless *BLEEP*?
Maybe because he’s me…

©jj 2019