Wednesday, October 17, 2018

The Wrong Muse


Chase an intangible muse,
You'll become disoriented and confused,
Like religion and its golden calf,
Tales taller than the giant from Gath,
You'll soon find it's all a ruse,
And pause, for one long laugh.

- John Hardesty 

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