Oos Part 1

She a muse,
gives me all my clues,
sways to all my blues,
devises all my rues,
never follows rules,
always so amused,
laughing like two fools,
forever we never lose,
our life is like a cruise,
across the ocean hues,
a worker with her tools,
build my mind over used,
ideas flood it like a pool,
in which we flow like a school,
everything she say is true,
and I hope you feel it too,
so I show her off to you,
but relinquish, i refuse,
please don't get it all confused,
our consciousness is fused,
the thing I never had to choose,
only thing I have in slews,
only thing i love to slue,
and spin so hard that I drool,
while feeling easy, thinking cool,
sing a song on youtube
run a search on google,
information brand new,
she a ship, I her crew,
trapped like Waterloo,
or animals in a zoo,
while rocking on her croo,
then snacking just to chew,
and drinking just to booze,
understanding silent cues,
conversations are a coup,
so it's fun to argue,
when she act gumshoe,
i combat kung-fu,
if she runs to purlieu,
I give flight to pursue,
play it out like revue,
until we are part two,
we bow and bid adieu,
withdrew what we just grew,
soared where we just flew
sorry to ado