My Muse Is My Niche

I have never been that amused, To question the purpose of my fingers. Or stopped to focus on my toes. I have two eyes and ears kept open wide. And a mouth I keep closed. Well... I do 'try', To learn more than I know... To enliven dull conversations. I've been determined to keep my interests intact. There was no one who suggested, I should or shouldn't do 'this' or 'that'. Or hovered over my back with heated breath. In fact... A few who thought of me stubbornly confused, Made attempts to guide me offtrack. But my muse is my niche not to preach but produce. And provides me the satisfaction I need that seduces. 'Does that muse you niche reaches to teach? ' Does a peach with fuzz buzz or just cusses just to fuss? 'What? ' Exactly! What is the purpose of your statement? To bait debate? Or fuse with a fool you believe me to be? My muse is my niche and I perceive it as unique. 'My feet are on the pavement. And from you I am going to leave.' That's satisfaction guaranteed if you ask me. 'Who asked you? Stick your muse up your 'unique' niche.' Consider it done.