Slumpless

J’accuse le muse

He rendered me fool

Let me draw his skeleton

But wouldn’t sit still for fleshy parts.

All I could see were lines of beauty

Unparalleled , swooping strokes

Unrivaled light and shade.

Made for me.

Or so I thought.

J’accuse le muse

Mais J’accuse moi

For what good are muses

If they draw you in…stead?

(c) Slumpless