Inspiration you beautiful monster,
How you slip through my fingers.
Your cruel mockery --
Or lack thereof.
Should I compare thee to a different beast,
Than the monster for which you are?
Those words would be too kind,
And too sweet, for a wretch such as you.
Yet if you would come to me,
Your praises I would sing,
Hymns to your glory falling from my worshiping lips,
3,000 words to go--
Give me 100.