Do you hope I’ll be inspired
when from every job you’ve been fired?
If you think you’re my muse,
you must be dazed and confused.

Where do I get my inspiration?
From even the slightest sensation.
Seeing flowers bloom,
getting to have my own room.
When I think of how I was abused,
or when I become quite amused.

Have you heard of that great new song?
I always have to sing along.
In class when we talk about religion,
it’s simply a matter of opinion.

How I dislike when people get hate,
simply because they aren’t straight.
My feelings are my muse,
tell me, are you still confused?