bitch ;-)

my muse is late
or cheating on me
with a better poet

trying to lure her
with coffee, Queen and Aerosmith
but she won’t come out

b i t c h

so i’m stuck here
looking at trees and a grey
uninspiring mess of sky
wondering and useless

i don’t care,
when she does show up
it’s usually with a smack,
a great sucker punch
to the back of my head

but the words that bleed
make me cry out
and she just sits there

smiling 😉

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