An Argument With My Muse! Poem by Minnie Gehrig

muse why do you sit staring,
your eyes heated coals slightly slitted,
and sing poetry in my ear,

I have to much to do today,
no time to write,
your spoiled now, leave me,

I will be fired, if this work does not get finished,

no! that does not mean i will be able to write for you all day,

because I will be on the job hunt,

ok I will try to remember all you say,
I know it will change,

isint there another ear to whisper in?

ok I break I bend, but only for my short break!