They say you are fickle
and when you call upon me
I must be prepared.
I don't wish
to appear ungrateful.
But, dear Muse
why do you have to inspire me
on the freeway when traffic
is thick and I can't pull over?
I don't mind
if you come to me
while I'm on hold.
But, I might not
get through to them again.
And is it really fair
to give me two subjects at once?
How can I write about
that dark tragic day
at the same time you want me
to write about the fun
when Gertrude changed
her name to Anastasia?
Do you really have to nudge me the moment
when the doctor
walks in the room
after I've waited an hour?
It's perfectly acceptable
if you wake me
in the middle of the night.
I 'll have pen and paper at hand.
I can reach the light.
But you know
I'll have to pee.
