Poetry

ARTIST.

I always wanted to be an artist
I aspire to put the ist in art
To bare my soul till I hold
A listless heart
In the heart of Christmas it transformed
Into the Christmas heart
I’m possessed by Christmas
I obsess over Christmas
The Artist Christmas, call me that now
The Artist vows, to never power down
Taste the sour sounds of an artist in his prime
Yes, I think life is divine…so?
I got me a dime hoe who
Motivates the artist, true
The Artist paints red when he’s feeling
Blue
Woo-hoo when I’m writing
It is exciting
The Artist Christmas
The Artist Christmas is writing

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