I stand before you,
A concerned citizen,
With a message,
That I hope you’ll listen.

I stood there in despair,
Wondering what to do,
For I had put my all,
Into this painting so new.

For Nero cafe was gone,
Replaced with Pret,
Leaving us with a sense,
Of deep regret.

For the Liquid Landscape,
Is a delicate balance,
A dance between nature,
And the actions of man.

But as he paints,
He’s all alone,
With only his thoughts,
To call his own.

Small Dick Energy,
A term of derision,
For those who seek to compensate,
For their lack of ambition.

But as they pass by,
They both know deep down,
That they are just players,
In a much larger game being played in town

So let us thank,
These street lamps of light,
For bringing a little piece of the stars,
To brighten our lives each night.

An Uber driver,
A guide to the unknown,
Taking us on a journey,
To a place we’ve never known.

Time, the great deceiver,
A trickster of the worst kind,
It steals our youth and our prime,
Leaving us all behind.