Help Wanted.

 

Help wanted.

 

I am compelled, perhaps obsessed.

 Would be a better choice of word.

My muse allows me little rest.

She is convinced that she know best

No matter how much I protest

She insists she has the right

To make me write by day and night.

 

I sometimes feel I am possessed

Although the idea seems absurd.

My judgement marred by lack of rest

I find reality is blurred.

I’m sure my muse abuses me

I’m tired of her tyranny.

 

I really think that it would be

Better if she left. Undeterred

She still insists that she knows best.

And acts as if she hasn’t heard.

That poets can dismiss their muse

When they are guilty of abuse.

 

I’m sick of being under stress

Although I would have much

 preferred not to cause my muse distress

She pretended she misheard.

When I told her we were through

It was the only thing to do.

 

 

I did not like her attitude.

But now I am without a muse.

Although I have some aptitude

 I must arrange some interviews

I will be careful when I choose

Some muse to fill the vacancy.

A muse that will not bully me.

 

Monday, 17 October 2011

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Reviews

[Greg the Bard]

As muse's go they are all too demanding. Still it is better to have than have not.