Listen all for I am calling.
Rush here quick to save-
A Muse that once was given me;
A Muse the devil slaved.
Selfish, cold, and damaging:
The enemy of Love!
Why was she assigned to me?
This hell's what I think of:
Blind she played when I undressed
And laughed she when I fed!
Never have I known a witch.
Oh take that bitch to bed.
Prop her head and seal her mouth.
Die she'll slow at last!
One dropped tear I shed for she-
Just Bled on my Dead grass.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-muse-the-devil-slaved/
