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