Bad Muse

Samantha's seen it all before
This lost parade of bums
Another endless line of tricks
Looking for action, and hold the class

But this one shines despite his age
And weariness in the eyes
He still has a tale to tell
Of duty called then jail time

He says he has to write some lines
Of free-flowing cum and bile
All the blessings left behind
And fuck ups knocking at the door

She tells him that she'll be his muse
For the price of a few tequilas
The inspiration for a suspect write
And whatever gets them through the night.

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