The Bad Muse

by J and J - Cancer

so it turns out, i found my muse
in a truck stop, smoking dope and guzzling motor oil
one eyed with a terrible lisp,
fat, bald and smelly, he coughed, "hey,
i'm your muse."
oh crap.

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2000-05-15 14:05:35
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:13
Poem ID: 56056

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