Why Does the Baker Hurt

He smolders in shame and tries to deny,
This burly baked baker, with death in his eyes.
He knows it will kill him, this baking he does,
But the cookies are so sweet, he loves them, he does.
But the truth slices deep, in this burly baked baker,
He is alone in the world, he knows he's a faker.
He bakes all day, not knowing much else,
He rarely goes out and hides by himself.
The burly baked baker cannot come to terms,
That his stomach will soon be crawling with worms.
He bakes every day and bakes every night,
He cant understand his sorrowful plight.
When he stares in the mirror, and looks at his face,
Why, he looks like a whole new race.
His face is so drawn, the black circles build,
It scares him so much, he tries to be filled.
He looks for the love, in these things that he bakes,
But he knows it is futile- he cant help but shake.
You wonder to yourself,
Whats burning this baker?,
Oh look, hes holding his cancer full maker.
They stare at the baker,
Wishing he'd listen,
But all he can say is,
You dont know what your missin.
But this baker you see, wanted his end.
So he popped the bullet.
It hurt for a moment, but sad as he was,
He didnt even know it until he was done.
This baker it seems, was unhappy of sorts.
But with baking around, that was his last resort.
A lesson to learn from the cancer filled paper.
For this is the story of the burly baked baker.