The Bastard Muse

It started out
As a sexual desire;
Now it's just a fire;
An anger -
Sheer anger,
Because you WON'T WORK!

I need this for my writing,
I NEED this
for my art
And YOU,
With your...
Your goofy glasses,
And your stupid ponytail,
You just sit there,
Like stone
Well, I HAVE stone,
But you're a lump of flesh
Now ACT LIKE IT!

I've written poetry,
But it's dry;
It's all been dry
Where's the fervent dew
of passion
That drenches my words
And ignites at the hint of a spark,
Burning the soul alive?

Goddamn it
It's no use
Just take your glasses
And your stupid ponytail
And just go -
Get the hell out
'Cuz I don't need you anymore
I'll find someone else
Who'll work for me
Like a proper muse should
Take your many quirks
That I used to worship,
Take those sweaty shirts
That I used to laud with wonder,
Take your developing foot-and-sandal fetish,
Your hairy legs,
And your curiosity of the naturistic lifestyle,
And just leave it by the wayside.

Take your pale-peachy skin,
That for many a day
I've been curious to taste
To nibble...
And nuzzle...
And just get rid of it
ALL OF IT
You've lost your payment:
Silver coins,
Never used
(But slightly tarnished)
I'll hold on to them
For a while longer
But for now, just go
Just fucking go - YOU'RE FIRED!!!