Make my muse understand
Tell her I cannot come out to play
Ask her why now, why today?
I waited for hours. I pleaded, I beckoned.
I turn to toil and she's there in a second.
Menial, tedious tasks that pile
She floats through my mind all the while
in exhilarating spurts that whisper my name
to remind me of me, to stake her claim
What? If I'm going to have a muse, she's going to look like Shannyn Sossaman. 
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Brilliant ideals
Remarkable productions
Inspiring prose
Lofty goals...
Just stinks!
Really, really stinks
when mendial, tedious tasks
Bully their way
To the front
Of the line! ARRRGH! o_o
As always, Shannon, your piece is fantastic. Take care, for you are all there is of you, and we all like that you. (I kinda borrowed those words from somewhere. )
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