2009-06-29 - muse mute
once upon a time
in a blog online
the muse refused to lie
but in her rhyme
she did incline
to see things from her eye
and as her head
ate missives read
in late night sessions rare
her passions led
to words long dead
as if she didn't care
so darkness ruled
seducers drooled
and sweet love was no more
the embers cooled
she wasn't cruel
just written to the core
with all that tabloid babble
rambling on like scrabble
mindless drone-like rabble
lemmings as they travel
following the crowd
hollering out loud
with everything they type
spoonfed boob-bait hype
one side swipes the other
one swears on his mother
and no one gets their druthers
the mother smothers brothers
it's all a bunch of fluff
the muse has had enough
so caught up in the drama
she lost her zen obama
and blogged about all that she held inside
her dramady where comedy can't hide
her propaganda contrabanded
undeserved and underhanded
not exactly as she planned it
all her words can't understand it
I know it's quite a shock
but muse got writers block
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