Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here, here, here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), and here, perhaps in addition to what's in his Wikipedia page (Google translated Russian Wikipedia page has more).
Solstice*1947
1 year ago
/// Bram’s a baker of bread, bred and born,
who announces fresh wares with his horn.
There are pretzels and loaves
all still hot from the stoves,
and, for extra, he’ll shape cakes like porn.
/// Here’s the reason the baker is tootin’
on his horn; it’s to sell some Fig Newton.
Those who really like figs
will devour them like pigs.
(Also, if they’re a glutton for gluten!)
/// In the breadbasket stands something odd.
Leaning onto the bakeshop’s façade.
If the baker seems sloppy,
that’s because he’s a copy,
newly grown from an alien pod.
Info, or links that point to more info, about this artist can be found here, here, here, here, here, here (can be read in full for free on Fridays), and here, perhaps in addition to what's in his Wikipedia page (Google translated Russian Wikipedia page has more).
/// Bram’s a baker of bread, bred and born,
who announces fresh wares with his horn.
There are pretzels and loaves
all still hot from the stoves,
and, for extra, he’ll shape cakes like porn.
/// Here’s the reason the baker is tootin’
on his horn; it’s to sell some Fig Newton.
Those who really like figs
will devour them like pigs.
(Also, if they’re a glutton for gluten!)
/// In the breadbasket stands something odd.
Leaning onto the bakeshop’s façade.
If the baker seems sloppy,
that’s because he’s a copy,
newly grown from an alien pod.