My muse has gone to Hades, is that hell?
I sing for her while my heart palpitates
Lord, I’ll be in demonic space as well
I think my little cat has lost her bell.
On my plight, I sit and meditate
My muse has gone to Hades, is it hell?
The cat can’t phone, if only she could yell.
I hear my thoughts and manic, agitate.
Soon I’ll be in demonic space as well
I wish that animals could use a cell.
All they can do is eat and procreate
My muse has gone to Hades, Villa Knell
I hear that poets should show but never tell
All I can do with wit is cogitate.
Will I fly to inner space as well?
I earn enough,more than the going rate
I use black pens and you should see my state
My muse has gone to Hades, give her hell
Damn, I am lured to ink dark space as well!





