I promised a friend I'd write something for her, and I keep my promises, so you could say this is "based on a true story" lol. Enjoy
I'm sure it comes as no surprise that there were no pictures of black muses. One time for the wardrobe malfunction though.
Ode To A Conspiracy
I have been on to the myth of her
So called “birth” right from the start.
See, she wasn't conceived, but rather contrived,
And sculpted. Her form is a work of art.
Her speech is more similar to song. There’s music
In everything she mentions when she speaks to you.
And I’m convinced that day and night are just a part
Of the conspiracy and it’s just her playing peek-a-boo.
Great poems, stories, and songs are written about her.
She incites joy, jubilation, and laughter
Hitler really had nothing against the Jews. He was
Just throwing a tantrum because he couldn’t have her.
The reality of his fruitless pursuit was enough
To finally drive him insane.
In the language that angels speak, the word
For beauty is simply her name.
Her outer layer has no hue,
But she isn’t transparent my any means.
Her complexion is rather a reflection
Of all your hopes and dreams.
But her secret weapon is her smile.
Whenever she flashes it she sparks a sensation
And it’s just another part of her plot
To infect all around her with elation.
Her existence is no mere coincidence. She was heaven sent.
So when you’re seeking inspiration in the night,
Look for her, because the best place to hide something
Is out in plain sight.
So it’s really no wonder that everyone else
Appears to remain so baffled and confused.
But I have uncovered the conspiracy. To me,
She is no mystery, just the manifestation of a muse.
