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.

But time, the make up artist,
Can’t hide the truth forever,
For eventually, it will show,
Our true selves, together.