The Artisan of Hurt
Enjoy this poem by Bazooka.
The artisan of hurt
Explained to me the situation
Perfect annunciation with a stinky breath
“When you get to the place you want to go,
You will fall”
Smiling with his rotted teeth
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He followed me to where I dwell
A roller coaster ride
Seat belt loosely fitted
Secretly his words entered
My heart was broken
Everything of mine was gone
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That’s the artisan of hurt
Officials are always on his side
Blowing the whistle
Fouls against you
To be the lucky dog
One must act
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When I came back
To where I met him
I realized there was nothing
To cure my hurt
My lost soul
Taken lots of medicine
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Hurting inside
Or just anger undulating
Throughout my aura
A lucky dog
Sometimes I get to be
Acting a fool
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The artisan of hurt
Will take a ride
Along any side
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By Bazooka Teaches
About the Creator
Bazooka Teaches
A regular Joe that is just surviving the struggle. Loves to write and is constantly fighting the forces of evil.
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