Projecting on projects
I met a "strong" man
so tall and so proud
his pole was so long
his head hit the clouds
made of pure steel
stroking old metal
little creation of real
when real is just mental
pools of hollow words
with little tiny action
like polishing a turd
no longer in fashion
an "artist" playing "cryptic"
who is this new friend
turns out he is a critic
and this is the end
