Pens flying across the page
Writers siting in a daze
Pushed along by a wayward muse
Catching ideas they can't use
Writing quickly, talking fast
Their ideas will not last
Suddenly stopping in their tracks
Seemingly unsure of the facts
Gazing 'round the quite room
Wishing for another boom
The muses strike! They cannot stop
They seem to feel their heads will pop
God or Goddess in my mind
Please be gentle, please be kind
Complete this task without a war
My creativity is yours
Pens scratching across the page
Writers screaming out their rage
Crumbling their papers; ripping sounds
Scattering trash across the ground
Trying hard to make this work
trying not to go berserk
Still the ideas move so slow
Recycling bins now overflow
Gazing 'round the quite room
Wishing for another boom
The muses strike! They cannot stop
They seem to feel their heads will pop
God or Goddess in my mind
Please be gentle, please be kind
Complete this task without a war
My creativity is yours
Times will come when you can't hear
All the voices in your ear
You cry and beg for their support
Odd how much feelings can distort
But, dear writer, please beware
Force your muses to play fair
For horrid games the muses play
And in the end, tis you who'll pay
Gazing 'round the quite room
Wishing for another boom
The muses strike! They cannot stop
They seem to feel their heads will pop
God or Goddess in my mind
Please be gentle, please be kind
Complete this task without a war
My creativity is yours
Complete the task (The muses strike!)
Without a war (I cannot stop!)
My creativity is yours
