as a clown
with a red smile
and make-up
a trick or two
to shake up
you from feeling down

Do you wear hurt
as a cloud
grey and pouring rain
making puddles
from the pain
you splash in
take a bath in

Do you wear hurt
as a lion
roaring loudly
pouncing on unsuspected prey
digging in claws
biting with jaws into the flesh
of the day

Do you wear hurt
as a tea kettle
simmering on the stove
till the heat underneath
makes you blow off steam
and you turn leprechaun green