Mean Your Work

Today I will keep this minimal

To keep our intention pure

For we have a little something

We wish to speak for

For all the colors

In all the cake galore

Behind, lies a few humans

To keep up the shore

They smash, they throw

They cry and they scream

For all the cakes 

That had to go to the bin

Rewind, redo

They work with a spin

With only a spatula, a pair of hands

And a good buttercream

An hour, or 2, or 2,3,4

The sleepless nights are unaccounted for

Is it good or is it not

Those man hours should not be ignored

For all you see in a 4 by 4

Are the years they had been working for

For all they hope

Is for you to see

That the craft they do

Brings you showing your teeth

So if you wish to

Remove a tree 

To piss the artist 

Who painted you a sea

He will have no choice but

To give you a miss.
For he hopes one day you will see
That you can't remove Mac from Cheese

xoxo,
The Bakers 
behind Cupplets