She is the muse of muses,
But she can not stop crying.
Her lips have very few uses
Just breathing and sighing.

She�s alone in a beautiful world
Without a soul to share her love with.
The sun shone and the clouds swirled,
But her heart felt like an empty abyss.

Looking to her God in the sky,
She begs him to make her glad.
She looks grim and asks God why,
Why he treats her so bad.

The God decided to fill her little cup,
As her search was quickly stunted.
Until Adam farted and left the toilet seat up,
Then she realized he wasn�t what she wanted.