Yesterday, all was well -
Now today, it's almost hell.
I'm at odds with everything -
More a beggar than a king.
My darling muse refused to sing,
And told me to leave her alone!
For now, this is the best I can do,
And lesser arts must be pursued.
Or plagiarize other poets' works -
Or, worse, cannibalise my own.
Until 'la muse' next shows her face,
These tawdry lines must take her place.
Adieu! Adieu! Adieu!