

The muse of music is the most beautiful woman of them all.
Angel-eyed thin-lipped & pretty with a dignified smile.
A real society type woman who dresses elegantly w/ long golden tresses of flowing hair.
Her voice is soft & gentle.
She’d make a great trophy wife.
The muse of poetry has no class but she’ll tell it to you straight and with raw intensity.
Her lips are thick with red lipstick & her clothes are tightly fitted around every curve of her body.
Her voice is loud but steady.
Her hair is dark brown.
The muse of poetry is the hottest street tramp you’ve ever seen.
Conversations are good between us & the sex is even better.
It’s wild out here in the streets of the synapse on the beat of the syntax.
Leave the beautiful women in the concert halls to inspire the violinist the pianist & the opera singers.
Forget the music & its muse.
She’s too beautiful for me.
But I still got that no class whore named poetry.
- zach king-smith
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