my muse, irate
can't concentrate
at any rate
she's not been great
I asked her: please
one masterpiece
don't be a tease
you write with ease
but she refused
said she's been used
I'm not amused
but she excused
her lack of will
on my poor skill
but said she will
if I distill
life to two words
put them to chords
I'll get awards
peer among lords
did not decline
I toe the line
my words divine
they're moon and shine
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