My muse is unwanted.
I’m sure if she had a choice
She would not pick me as her scribe.
I do not want this muse-
This muse is one I cannot have.
Only with the words in other lines
Can I have her.
I do not want this muse-
It will only lead to pain.
All the other girls are
So far away in their ivory towers,
But my muse is upon my level
With her casual lies and her crimson hues.
I do not want this muse.
Can you provide me
With a more available alternative?
©Charlie F. Kane
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