A Man Without a Muse



A Man Without a Muse

A man without a muse
Is a greyhound without rabbit.
He does not run to amuse
Himself because he has a habit.
A man runs because his muse
Drools over stewed rabbit.

Sure a man may walk for fun,
Or stretch and jog for a spell,
But for a man to really run,
He needs to have that smell
Of sex and danger and fun,
The most intoxicating spell.

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