Muse

I have got the muse
Didn’t we all want one?
When we wrote our stuff

I have got him by the cuff
He has got me by the strings
(Winding on my neck)
Every inch he moves closer
my eyes turn in
Every inch he moves further
my color is thin

I’ve got the muse
He is the same one
From the shop
The mannequin in the dark
Which you could see only half

He is the same one
Who you would love
and love to forget

But now that he's yours
you have a price to pay
for his huge appetite
his trite
his spite
his uncaring delight

I have got him by his goat

He has got me by my heart

-r