For Shame...It's So Quétaine
For Shame...it's so Quétaine Tonight – June 1, 2018 – I wept while traversing my "Mont Royal" At a crawl to savour my "last" permitted through passage A lassitude, a heaviness descended upon my psyche The rule oF the bicycle has arrived, I cried, in frustration and despair The lies and the halF truths that are being propagated The emotions that are being manipulated, Truth is being down-rated, strangulated, mutilated The city I love is being divided by those whose vision is diFFerent than mine It's a crime, in my eyes at least, East and west pitted against one another, I feel depleted, cheated, deFeated, robbed oF a way across the soul oF my island home Their goal in part...the dominance oF the cyclist The demoralization oF the motorist. I groan in absolute Frustration, especially when I see, right there in Front oF me... An ugly barricade, blocking a beloved scene I had come to view...boo hoo to A towering set of ugly wooden bleachers, planks and nuts and bolts and rusty steel, A real and crude monstrosity, given you see The undoubtedly and unwittingly ironic nomenclature oF "Belvédère Soleil". Pray it's only temporary...because it's all so very visibly, risibly "quétaine" For shame, blocking a view oF beauty by such a shoddy, ticky-tacky viewing platForm, By what norm of architectural design can that be viewed as an improvement to Our wonderFul sky-high island park? No earthly spark, no vision oF Olmstead, So oFt referred to in the City's propaganda, Could have included a monstrosity such as this Tsk tsk! What is it supposed to tempt a pedestrian mountain population to do? Clamber high up it, iF you're able..
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