So I sit here barren, taking up space <br />Till his hands brush my neck <br />and his breath sweeps my face <br />Words take their places, <br />Rhythmic mayhem clears <br />As he pours honeyed rhymes <br />into my ear <br />He takes all control over what comes out <br />He may work only Tuesdays, but he does put out <br /> <br />He's a gluttonous fella' <br />when he visits I serve <br />Broken hearts on a platter <br />With a side of frayed nerves <br />He detests women’s issues <br />Scorns at sunset and stars <br />Sprinkles sarcasm and venom <br />Over lyrical parts <br />I offer him gifts, tell him tales, whisper lies <br />Threaten to outsource his ass to Channai <br />He only shrugs, saying “Don’t even try <br />Your day is Tuesday, save your threats and bribes” <br /> <br />I beg and I plead <br />to come back when I call <br />To help me through writing <br />Get over it all <br />But he only laughs at my foolish demands <br />And instead sends me drinking and riling up gents <br />He snacks on my credo, spits out my ideals <br />And till Tuesday leaves me alone with my fears <br /> <br />I am stuck with this bozo <br />Entrapped by his whim <br />My bohemian anguish <br />Is a game to him <br />He is lazy but brilliant <br />And deaf to my plight <br />Well, he works only Tuesdays <br />But tonight is the night<br /><br />Masha Danevasha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lazy-muse/
