A man is just a hammer
You learn to swing your weight as a boy
Shut your mouth, and do your job
An artist can’t be a man
His perspective is too vast
For something so narrow
His lens
Too wide
His soul
Too harrowed
The artist is a *****
Bashed by the hammer
A nail can be plucked back
Out of danger
When the placement doesn't work
But an artist?
He takes his beating
some big, dumb bumbling man
Clattered him over his head and he’ll never be free again
The artist adjusts to his hapless circumstances
He can’t move
All he can do is bellow out his bests
While being burdened by his worst
A man is a hammer
A man kills a boy
So an artist could be born