Anybody who has written for Odyssey has faced the MUSE portal. It serves its purpose as a way to organize your pieces and keep a record of page views and social interactions. It is wonderful...
However, MUSE sometimes likes to act up and eat articles and freeze and just cause more heartache than necessary. With the prospect of switching to a new portal in the (hopefully) not so distant future, I decided to channel my anger towards MUSE in the best way I know... Poetry (or clean rap, I guess). So I put on my white and red striped top hat, studied countless books written by Dr. Seuess, and have put together a short poem on my feelings towards this absolutely unreliable portal!
O MUSE, My MUSE!
It was on a cold November day,
That MUSE had outlived its stay.
It makes me mad, when bars go red.
Seriously, I'm gonna shoot MUSE in the head.
I do not like MUSE here or there,
I do not like it anywhere.
It makes me mad and gets me stressed.
When MUSE eats my article I get depressed.
When MUSE freezes and is stuck,
I throw my laptop and scream "WHAT THE [censored for legal purposes]?!"
I think it's time to use our eyes.
And see it now, that MUSE must die.
We write, and write, and write some more.
But still, MUSE acts just like a whore.
Now I sit, silent and still,
And hope that soon we switch to Quill.
