Oh Baltimore, sweet Baltimore!
My home for a year, oh Baltimore!
For my future and life, in you I put stock,
On my first night there, I stumbled into The Block.*
Little Italy was home, an artist’s townhouse that leaked
In winter it froze, in summer it reeked.
Yet it had cats, and a lovely neighborhood:
Inner Harbor was there, and also Whole Foods.
And if I’ve forgotten anyone, sorry, but yo!
I’m sorry, dear Baltimore, The City That Reads,
I’d have stayed a bit longer but I didn’t BELIEVE
It’s not that your pull and your Charm weren’t strong;
It’s just that the commute to DC was too long.
To you I came, oh Baltimore, bright-eyed but doleful,
Sad and lonely and burdened with a broken heart,
From you I left, love renewed and hopeful,
And with a degree in Digital Art.
– “Oh Baltimore!”
A Really Bad Poem by Paulo
* I stumbled into the Block looking for a good cheese steak, not cheap prostitutes. If I’d known about that area of town I wouldn’t have gone near it. Fortunately I left with my virginity and wallet intact.