Doug “Rabbit” Sutherland, Minister of Reality
POET’S PLAGUE
I think it may have started when
Craft Beers got tired and worn.
A brewer changed one word and, Wow!–
Artisanal Beers were born!
A desperate baker then took note
And stole the word, herself.
Artisanal Bread became the rage
And galloped off her shelf!
Now, would you think “Artisanal”
Would end at crust and keg?
Hell, no! This is America!
It’s an Artisanal Plague!
Artisanal Cheeses rule the world;
Artisanal Salsa scores!–
Artisanal Soap, Artisanal Dope,
Artisanal Rope just soars!
At my Artisanal Funeral,
Give irony its due!
Poetic Justice deems I’ll die
Of the Artisanal Flu
