Artisan

I wish I were an artisan of sorts

That way I’d have something to fall back on and make myself something of use

That way I could say I knew my father and his father

I build-up their legacy and sell it to feed myself

That’s the way it’s supposed to be I think

To pass things on to the next world

Your starter dough

Your craft

Something…

What will I give beside carbon dioxide?

I could use my bare hands 

Just to fucking tear something down