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