I found a muse, sometime last night
Sleeping beside me, holding me tight
It just doesn't want to seem to go away
Defiantly telling me she's here to stay
Someone please come and claim this muse
My body from fighting, is all bruised
It's not that I don't love this spirit
But she's leaving me quite the irit
She's the most lovable muse in the world
But I am a guy and this muses' a girl
If I were a woman it would be dandy
But I think this muse belongs to Candy
Unless of course I have a sex change
Then to my friends I'd be very strange
Because they would not know what to say
Knowing that my sexuality is truly gay
Candy, come claim your muse -- disrupting my life
But turn me straight, she might become my wife
Because I'm not confused with my identity
Just want my life back -- full of serenity
Just a light poem, nothing in here should be read too deep, just having fun penning a poem. Gregg 


Oh well...you'd marry my muse if you were straight? WOW, that's impressive! I loved the rhyme here, gave it a very whimsical feel (no, you do not need a sex change, you're fantastic just the way you are!). I absolutely loved this piece!












) but anyway, very good poem; cute and funny...my brain's so fried and in the non-writing way I'd keep any muse that showed up, to hell with everything else!











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