Robert Graves & I Meet In A Bar

I have never known a muse

And for that I am angry

Not once have I had 

A motivating factor 

Present itself to me

Those sisters, daughters of Zeus

Have yet to see fit

To pay me a visit

So I have made it a point

To never call out in vain

Any of those unpronounceable Greek or Roman names

It's easy to imagine

Michelangelo or Da Vinci

Consorting with those nymphs

Shamelessly plundering inspiration

From that treasure trove of ideas

There were nights I lay in bed

Hoping beyond all hope

That one of those lovely goddesses

Would hit me square across the forehead

With a bucket full of insight

Or at least a taste of Calliope's pen