Male muses —

— the vulnerable and most maligned muses were not held enough as children on a moonscape of beaks. Ever notice? Certainly I wasn't. Now I have to make excuses for friends of mine buried below their own animation with no heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, seeming only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience. 

And I was musing, simple stuff picking up a pen.