MANHATTAN PISS or NEW YORKIA
new york, new york,
you stinky, kinky burning hell,
you’re aching it’s making me feel oh so swell.
the bronx until it reaches bonx-‘de-‘ville, just over the hill,
where the light-white heavy-rich pitch a line of
‘have a great day!’ out of their cabriolet [-lay],
and norah jones moans ‘back to manhattan’ out of the radiO.
while you run a lunch at the ‘bistrO’.
its smell almost well about to crawl back up your nasal,
but unimportant as glamour is potent
it comes in skin & bones and elegant robes,
called Maryliz & Hazal.
the Empire State Building screams, beams in rainbow colored lighting
it is pride parade, Chealsea the sharade,
dancing to the music of life, thrive
alley to alley the nirvana of today,
but the bridge is just a hitch
grasp a breathe from Brooklyn the skyline under your chin,
jews & youngsters, he’s & she’s with fleas hosting markets
giving away their goods with holes as wholes,
for at least a bill, a dollar bill,
true NYC sweat, if only you let.
A cage of sinners with wings to fly so high.
Now you do think I hate this place
as I write it in a haze,
let me tell you, just you
that it is so untrue,
as I shed a tear at LaGuardia
wishing I could still be one of those
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