****** Come back,
you faithless little cock-tease, Muse,
you maddening author of my abuse.
Please don't amuse yourself this way.
I know it's love-hate,
de facto, inchoate.
But don't you know I seethe for seed
and writhe to write?
I love you, Muse.
There must be some mistake.
So end this wretched heartache
and for art's sake,
light my ******* fuse!
Mike T Minehan
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 6:02 AM UTC
****** Come back,
you faithless little cock-tease, Muse,
you maddening author of my abuse.
Please don't amuse yourself this way.
I know it's love-hate,
de facto, inchoate.
But don't you know I seethe for seed
and writhe to write?
I love you, Muse.
There must be some mistake.
So end this wretched heartache
and for art's sake,
light my ******* fuse!
Mike T Minehan
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