Well, I'll Be Dammed

If I could lure  
lavish you with lusty verse, Darlin'  
you know I would.  
I would work that lyrical swish  
like a full-time whore
Baby, you'd feel it in your toes.  
 
But all I'm workin' is a sloppy pen  
and the imagination  
of a boiled egg  
strung out on similes  
still trying to find the bang in my metaphors.  
 
Must admit  
I'm at a loss.  
 
All I can do is gawk  
like the geek I am  
and continue to bitch at myself about how  
by now  
I should be able  
to play harder.  
 
You are a useless muse, you know  
having rendered me  
more than usually...  
 
speechless.