Muse - Poetry
The bottom of the bottle is
the place my muse calls home.
She calls out to me through the glass
"Just pour yourself one more
and as you sip I'll think a tale
to set your mind to wander."
She knows just how to get to me,
she knows the things I ponder.
Sometimes she dreams of nature
and the beauty of this earth,
sometimes it's matters of the heart
and what a love is worth.
Each time she comes she knows
just how to set my mind on fire,
I spin the cap off of that rum
she swims up to inspire.
The bottom of the bottle is
where my muse does dwell,
I mix her with some cola
and imbibe a tale to tell.
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