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French rhyme: QUESTION REMAINS

Question remains
Stringed guitars,
Soaked-up bars,
Gyros on the tar –
We’re far from getting anywhere.
Fortunately, the Seine is right there.
Sun shining on the Dame’s bricks,
Clochards selling paintings.
Guards letting tourists do their
Iconoclastic thing;
Mêmes les concièrges

Where is all of this going?

Seemingly, the ketchup faced,
Happy hour cocktail drinking drunkards
Care about the beauty that surrounds them;
Invested thirty-two Euros in order to
Whore around from the Louvre to the Pompidou
And back backwards. Again.
But really, how far will they get
With all that grease and alcohol in their heads?

Strung out guitars,
Re-opening bars,
Faces on the tar.
I’ve lost my museum pass –
Do you know where it is?
Do you know where we are?
All I know is I’m falling in
The footsteps of Belmondo,
Godard, and Seberg;
Mêmes les concièrges.


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