She should have been
More consequent
To forge her own fortune
Being extraordinary talented.
He should have pursued his
Own happiness
But without a Muse eating
Him up completely
His creativity flared off
Just like his aging libido.
So now we have a woman
Living in a world of mixing
And weaving with a last knight
Of creativity.
We have now a man who’s
Looking for a suitable Muse
Who will be his protagonist
And model for his paintings
He could devour thru’ his
Art
But he’s too old a dog for
All of that.
While she pursues her
Happiness as a commuter
To town’s cultural centre
Stirred by its airs
He won’t shave off his
Moustache and goatee
His potential Muse dislikes
To feel on her skin.
BAD LUCK.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
