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My Muses are not Morning People

I roll over and grab my laptop off the nightstand. I feel like writing.

We want to sleep declare my Muses in slumbery unison.

I click on my media player, and add ‘Lights in the Sky’ to the playlist. My Muses just need a wake up call.

You really don’t want this, you dufus

I turn up the volume.

I hurt myself today. One muse starts to sing the Johnny Cash version as another imates Kermit the Frog

I love the Muppets. Do doo be-do-do Mahna Mahna

It’s not easy being green yet another Muse chimes in

Don’t want to be an American idiot

Ohhh Justice will be served And the battle will rage

Sweet home alabama, Where the skies are so blue

She wore Blue Velvet is added to the hodgepodge of noise now slamming against the inside of my skull.

Well, its one for the money,Two for the show

Knock three times

I scream

You know you make me wanna SHOUT !

I swallow 2 Tylenol, and stick my head under my pillow. I hope tommoroow my Muses will be off the rag.

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