For the Muses

Crawled out of J. Tillman’s beard
Where I’d slept for several days
Three missed calls
I clean the house
And adorn myself in sprays
I’m getting billed by ladies
I may have pimped out in song
They’re all trying to charge me
For getting their likenesses wrong
This is a song for the muses
I did wrong
Some of them, I changed the names of
Some of them, I undressed
Queen muse was fine
I give her all of my time
But the problems were the muses I had left
Jenny Lee Lindburg to Veruschka
Cleopatra to Eve
The girl at the door of the Triskel show
To Lady Penelope
(Listen)
I’m just trying to demystify
My relation to womankind
Maybe it’s inherent misogyny
I’ll have to be just psychoanalyzed
Oh, thank you muses
One through two hundred and twelve
Ladies, gents, animals, too
Hey, baby, I’m on top of it now
I just won’t be on top of you