when I refuse to peruse
the use of her views
I rather just dream
without any scheme
and deem any glean
as supreme
She shouts and she yells
while ringin' her bells
and dwells on the swells
who are using her spells
I pay her no mind
and politely decline
though at the time
I am in a bind
for a thought I can't find
So she's feeling neglected
My poems are rejected
We both get reflective
Feeling loss, unprotected
We decide on a style
Using both Muse and Me
and after awhile
Together we'll be
smile after mile after smile












I think my muse feels neglected lately

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