O gods of ink and gods of mesh, Hear my earnest plea afresh.
At Mike's Deli, where dreams take flight, May my screen tension be just right.
Let the emulsion coat with grace, In each exposure I embrace.
Hear me now, don't turn away, Guide my hands as I convey,
Color, texture, vision true, On garments fresh and hues anew.
Grant me skill and steady hand, As I craft with utmost command.
With every pull, let colors blend, Creating art from start to end.
O gods of ink and gods of mesh,
Hear my earnest plea afresh.
At Mike's Deli, where dreams take flight,
May my screen tension be just right.
Let the emulsion coat with grace,
In each printing space I embrace.
Hear me now, don't turn away,
Guide my hands as I convey,
Color, texture, vision true,
On garments fresh and hues anew.
Grant me skill and steady hand,
As I craft with utmost command.
With every pull, let colors blend,
Creating art from start to end.