Author:DreamBrother (channelling the spirit of a cuckoo)

Disclaimer:You might actually be doing society a favour by putting me in a straight-jacket… Alas, Numb3rs isn't mine.

A/N: Although he will never read this (hopefully), I dedicate it to my godfather, artist, painter, poet, and writer. ;-) Enjoy.

The Life and Death of a Muse

I

Oh, muse, muse, muse,

Why must you be so recluse?

I only wished to put you to good use

Yet you refused.

II

Once upon a time,

I could have called you mine,

With Flakes and other chocolates,

Your hunger I satiated.

With Cornell and Buckley and Rice,

All sounding better than the mice

Who plague our life,

I gave you mood,

Yet you brood,

It's very rude.

III

I only wished to make Don bleed,

Yet you strove to be freed.

Marx and Engels were shunned to give you liberty,

Yet you abandon me at the earliest opportunity.

With Lenin and Stalin behind us,

You should have led the way,

But once Hitler was sent away,

You went astray.

IV

From Lear, you had nothing to fear,

All you needed was a little Persuasion,

Which I happily provided,

Yet you remain misguided.

V

Apologies; for a time college apps distracted me,

But it had to be,

Or else we would have paid a high fee,

Don't you see?

VI

And although Dean and Sam call to me,

For your brother has awoken from his sleep,

I will not abandon Don and Charlie,

So back to you I creep.

VII

And on this note,

I end what I wrote.

Food, mood, I gave you all,

Now you must give me a call.

Khatum (The End)

Man, rhymes are fun. I never knew. Not bad for 15 minutes, eh? ;-) Now back to philosophy I go.