The Dish Ran Away With The Muse

Golden rule
Don't refuse the muse
She be a fickle fox
deny her
you might find some other
finger licking clit
sucking Z balls

So say you like trees
I have been a tree once
maybe thrice
perhaps it was you that slept
resting on my boughs
seeking refuge in the shade
safe from the nights shadows

All that stardust tickles the nostrils
devine inspiration from the gods
who clearly must be fucking crazy
to allow me free reign this way
all areas fast pass through cosmik gates

Once I lived in a cave by the sea
helping homeless hermitcrabs
find their way home
hard cunt maritime men sail the motions
of their emotions in tiny glass bottles
captaining tall masted vessels
fit to circumnavigate the seven oceans
in a storm any port will do