To My Smoking, Swearing Muse
I remember the day you introduced yourself.
You plopped down like you owned the place, said your name was Gunn, and you were here to light a fire under my ass.
(I wondered then what kind of Muse used words like that. Little did I know how different you would turn out to be)
You have lit fires, you have abandoned me for years, only to return with a vengeance and a…