Madness rules the pen,
   freedom of speech
         not even a concept
what the muse says goes,
  just give in to the inky blows,
     dip that quill in ****** tears
  color it with apricot custard dawning's
    ravage erotica's blissful yearnings
       crack a rib on that funny bone
if you fight the urges,
   you'll end up on the chopping block
         writer's imagination arrested
don't ******* the muse,
         'tis a woefully dreaded plight indeed...