Lost in Uffizi
Ochre stamps identity
Of the region Tuscany
And Dante leaves a memory
For Firenze and it’s history
But now its full of ernesty
People looking wondrously
At all the things they think should be
And not one of them stopping, free
And admiring the simplicity
Of the city in tranquility
Out damn tourist
Save this place for me
And let it rest it’s history