Bring Me Magic

Bring me magic I ask my muse,

Words to pop inside my head;

Just like that they’re yours to choose

And I will write what you have said.

So very easy this craft of mine,

I am nothing but a simple scribe;

Words a plenty upon a line,

I will follow what you decide.

Oh, fast to flow you’re on a roll,

This pen of mine is on the move,

So very easy these words you dole,

Man, I tell you we’re in a groove.

You’re the best oh muse of mine,

Your words to flow like beer on tap;

Keep them coming, you’re doing just fine,

And so what if they’re mostly crap.

For they pay me by the word;

What the Dickens, you’re kidding me?

I know my muse it is absurd,

But I’m so glad that you agree.