You can't fool me, San Juan.
You'd like to pass for "classic", "vintage", or even "historic",
But you're just Old.
You're the smile of a disgruntled waitress looking for that twenty-dollar tip;
hamburger trying to pass as filet mignon,
a painted face trying to pass as Julia Roberts.
How dare you turn your back on reality.
Like a decaying dog, ignorant of the flies on its festering hide,
you're ignorant of the whores, the addicts, the homeless that swarm in your
streets.
You, with your resort hotels and posh penthouses
like upturned noses and extended pinky-fingers on the horizon-
You can't fool me.