Muses And Musicians Poem by Isabelle Parkes

Do you really think I’m listening?
Do you really think I’m absorbing
Every single word you say?
This life’s getting a little confusing,
These streets as we walk we are slowly abusing,
And this, like the rest, is just another day.

I am the muse to your musician
And the rhyme without the song,
I am the way you should have done it
And the right when you go wrong,
I am the things you thought you’d never say,
The things you thought you’d never do,
The reasons to keep telling them,
The way to get it through.

Keep tripping on your words so you can fall on deaf ears,
Keep laughing and drinking so you can ignore all your fears.
Should’ve listened, could’ve done it, a paperback sob story,
Prozac, Ritalin and laughter’s good for it.
But eating your words is such a waste
When you think about the aftertaste.

Do you really think I’m listening?
Do you really think I’m believing
Every single lie you tell?
Say that you understand it all,
You know what it feels like to constantly fall,
Does anyone ever buy the garbage that you sell?

Oh, and it hurts to remember the pain
Of coming home and finding everything is the same,
You remember what it was like just to struggle for a dime,
But now they gotta struggle for just a moment of your time.
What happened to your decency to help the common man?
Your indifference and ignorance I just cannot understand.