On Paris and San Diego:
Oh, city of lights shall I compare thee to the city of lies?
Thou art more lovely and urbane.
Candle lit cafes don thy streets
and pedestrians stroll thy ways;
Boulevards and parks grace thy countenance
And all by transit are steps away.
Whilst thy envious sister, San Diego
Once, a jewel by the shore
But now a developer’s whore
whose piteous face pock marked with freeways
and pimpled with sprawl
casts thee jealous looks and deigns
a place at your Climate Change table,
All the while arguing at the Supreme’s Bar
That it can throw GHG reduction under the car.
So long as politicians breathe and their lips lie
So can the ugly live and be balanced with thee!
By, Duncan McFetridge