Deck of Muses
There’s a whiny voice shrieking from the jukebox
some high pitched wail
“If you leave me I’ll just die”
in that case
i’ve died a thousand deaths
They leave you for a jerk with drugs
they leave you for a jerk with money
they leave you for a jerk with friends
But, but butt butt…
i have no drugs
i have no money
i have no friends
What do i have
i’ve got edgar allen poe’s muse
i’ve got delia derbyshire’s muse
i’ve got rahsaan roland kirk’s muse
I’ve got a pack of muses
i’ve got a full house
chips stacked sky high on the table
i’ll never fold
Horror Sleaze Trash 