Inspiration is my lady
I love her sorely
Like a loan shark loves his money
Like babies love mummy’s mammary ooze
And more than a drunk loves his booze.
She is the roar in my lungs
The fire in my loins
The only comfort for which I long
One I cannot buy with coin.
I would waste without her
For she’s the oases in my soul
So I hold her near
Above all that is dear.
Though like a leech latched on flesh
I often squeeze her to death
But she breaks the grave and finds me again
See! She is ever faithful to me.
And I would die for her