Muses

Mary had the prettiest eyes
And elegant thighs
And she made the sexiest sighs
When I kissed them
Perpetual blissed them
She'd call me God
And tell me the nastiest lies.

Annabel was a beauty
In love she was talented truly
Favored men that treated her cruelly
Inside made her a cold witch
An ice in her veins bitch
But the sepulcher bed burned
With passion, dedication, and duty.

Poets and Madmen
Philosophers and Conmen
They don't go to heaven when they die,
There's no special place for them in the sky.
They rot in the ground, nothing profound.
All that they're worth, is turning to earth.
Feeding the worms just like you and I.