I cannot sleep the whole night through.
My muse will not allow me to
when she commands I must obey.
I wish she’d take a holiday.

She thinks that sleeping is a crime
she does not sleep so why should I.
A complete and utter waste of time.
Which I could better occupy

by sitting at my desk to write
instead of lazing in my bed.
I think she thinks she has the right.
She just ignores all I have said.

Some folks complain of writers block
whilst I have writers Diarrhoea
My muse would hide beneath a rock
if she could not supply ideas.

Which I must translate into verse
to demonstrate her eloquence
She views my fatigue as perverse;
of very little consequence.

An active muse can be a curse
I sometimes wish she’d stay away
To have no muse would be much worse
I just give in do it her way.

5-Jun-08

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