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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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