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von Jack Stauber

Artisanal
Artisanal
I can 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