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Have you met my muse?
Little gremlin sitting on my shoulder
Cackling with wicked and salacious glee
Chucking little bits at my head
At no cost, but never free
He whips me and drives me
To write and write and write
Helping me find these little words
Though usually with a bit of a fight
Then when I've got them out
For all the world to consider
He points and laughs
The little bastard is such a kidder
He takes these little pieces
Which he made me go and find
And stomps and stomps and stomps
It's my confidence he most likes to grind
My friend, my enemy
Muse and deceiver
My guide, my jailer
Planter and reaver
Never leaving me in peace
(Not sure I wish he would)
Always there on my should
Being loudly misunderstood
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Comment by: - 2006-11-02 14:53
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| fun! |
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| Oh, nice laugh - thank you so much! (ps did you mean to say "shoulder"?) |
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=] LOL Teri ... Mad Hatter
This was most sincerely funky. "Chucking little bits at my head, At no cost but never free" nice lines, and a really amusing read, and I think that we do all have those pesky little gremlins.
Whack em on the head with a HAMMER, I say. Bwa ha ha =D |
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Comment by: tathas - 2006-10-31 17:29
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| You so need help Teri :) |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-10-31 17:25
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Kick him in the butt! Get him in gear! Oh, I see you have already. :P
Nice poem, Floyd, and one I think we can all relate to all toooooo well. Let's trade museseseseseses.
Teri |
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