My Muse

My muse in a different state
My muse million miles away
My muse she don’t talk to me
My muse she just let me be

My muse from a similar place
My muse she digs outer space
My muse she don’t know I’m here
My muse don’t say, “what’s that, dear?”

Since school she’s been running
Thirty odd years throttle gunning
Elevation slow down
Lead filled mountain small town

Peaceful sleeping metal sings
Hip hop ballet peaks and rings
A sight since class, ships pass, and pass, and pass
And crash

My muse she don’t go to school
My muse she don’t know she’s cool
My muse whispers to a dog
My muse ignores all my songs

My muse she is smokin’ hot
My muse those legs those eyes she’s got
My muse she don’t know I exist
My muse makes up the entire list