Poetry

Abandonment (#551)

So now after all the balking,
The muse finally feels like talking,
How nice of her to finally speak,
When before I couldn’t get a squeak,
She finally graced me with her presence,
With her unique creative essence,
Why now and why not then?
She knows I have to daily pen,
It’s pure abandonment and abuse,
What a pain in the caboose!
She left, and I was screwed,
No apology? How rude!

Any Thoughts?

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