Impetus

He hesitates to self-reflect
Examine every last defect
Exposed to the reader's eye
Every insult, every lie

He still writes exactly how he feels
Hopes to hell it somehow heals
All this fear and all this rage
Contained on a website's page

His muse offers him advice
Write it out, but add some spice
She shuts him up, no need to talk
As she takes him deftly by the cock

She inspires with her hand
While he types to her demand
He comes hard at high midnight
Finally wrapping up another write.