Old School

They're smiling leniently don’t be silly You can’t be apolitical these days I’m smiling back I don’t trust them initially, It doesn’t fall under a criminal offence I’m fascinated by the incongruous lines Just look at those familiar shapes, distorted The early cubist paintings make them shine Not blindingly, but just how you would want it Ambiguous light of green and brown hues Strict and fastidious lines, this is my politics No one’s deprived, humiliated or abused You’re in your favorite chair watching pics It’s a spiritual job, not quite a passive leisure Those pictures move in time can’t stay the same They grow on you without any measure Until your mind will get the best of frame You hang out in the school of old escapers The shooters cannot see us with their drone Tomorrows ash deploy yesterdays papers Don’t ask of yesterdays old girls – all gone.