
I’m not going to be your perfect muse
for you to plunder
for you to use
not going to let you mine my dreams
to steal my soul
divert my streams
I’m not going to open
to share my song
for you to trample
to do me wrong
by overlaying it with your own
all bells and whistles
all overblown
I’m not going to be your looking glass
an emptied pool
to shine your arse
not going to boost your precious art
by burying deep
my beating heart