Why do you bother me?
Just go away.
I don't want to do this
Your way
It's my writing,
My paper, and pens.
My life, whose torment never ends.
Damn you muse,
And your crafty touch.
I lost you at breakfast,
But you found me at lunch!

You captured my smile
Threw it away
Now I can't sleep
I'm up all day.
Nursery ryhmes
Your litle tools
I curse your Insanity
I'm not your lil' fool

I write tradgedy,
I don't ryhme!
Go on with your formats,
You only waste my time.
Musey, Musey
Simply be gone
I play as the master
Not as your pawn.

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