Bread - Jack Stauber's Micropop

I could live in an artisanal house

With an artisanal wife

Drive an artisanal car

Live an artisanal life

It’d be a treat to see

What people think of me

Dressed to the ninth degree

Sipping artisanal tea

What’s an artisanal me?

Where do my clothes end?

Can I stop then?

Which ones are my artisanal friends?

What’s an artisanal me?

Do I impress you with my dress?

Who made this?

Can I hide behind your success?

Or is it excess?

When I talk less?

And I let my things talk for me?

What will I say when

They go away and

I’m on my own again?

(Artisanal)