Poets.

I was never much of a muse
But we were never really poets
And a poor poet, makes a muse
But they're not afraid to show it

I was never much of a poet
We couldn't see our muses
To be much more than a fascination
With momentary uses

Neither one of us that fascinating
To poets and muses both
From inside we don't see much use
For the things we are the most

Neither poets nor muses
But something other, something less
Or more, perhaps, unlikely though
We're both a terrible mess
I was never much of a muse
I was never much of a poet
I was never much of anything
And I'm not afraid to show it