The muse is with me once again,
A shame for you it just means pain.
Today my thoughts have all been pooling,
Reading that lot must be grueling.
Where it comes from who can say,
I absolve myself that way.
It's not me, I vainly plead,
Stab me not, for I do bleed.
It's the voices, they're to blame,
They're the one's who do inflame.
I tell them hush, be silent now,
Or you'll be silenced, that I vow.
But it seems I'll pay the price,
And mark my words it isn't nice.
Maybe I should just be quiet,
Thus improve your literary diet.
Maybe I should steal some verse,
Something that's not quite so terse.
Much more pleasing to the ear,
Drawing far more readers here.
Why should I not plagurise,
Except you all would damn my eye's.
Stealing someone else's work,
That could drive them quite berserk.
Most unfair and so you'll suffer,
Reading the work of a useless duffer!
A shame for you it just means pain.
Today my thoughts have all been pooling,
Reading that lot must be grueling.
Where it comes from who can say,
I absolve myself that way.
It's not me, I vainly plead,
Stab me not, for I do bleed.
It's the voices, they're to blame,
They're the one's who do inflame.
I tell them hush, be silent now,
Or you'll be silenced, that I vow.
But it seems I'll pay the price,
And mark my words it isn't nice.
Maybe I should just be quiet,
Thus improve your literary diet.
Maybe I should steal some verse,
Something that's not quite so terse.
Much more pleasing to the ear,
Drawing far more readers here.
Why should I not plagurise,
Except you all would damn my eye's.
Stealing someone else's work,
That could drive them quite berserk.
Most unfair and so you'll suffer,
Reading the work of a useless duffer!
