Homer had his demigods,
Milton and Dante their heavenly muse,
but my muse is bound to this earth.
She prefers chocolate to nectar,
perfume to incense,
guitar riffs to hymns
and comic books to epic poetry.
Now if only my earthly muse
would learn to throw wisps of cloud
rather than sharp rocks.
My mind can't handle much more abuse.
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