N Y C

Get the Fuck out of my way

Mutters the old vet

As snot freezes to his nose

Ge the Fuck out of my way

Shouts the accented Hindi

As traffic backs up one light down

Get the Fuck out of my way

Says the fat balding tourist

As giggling Asians crowd his pic

Get the Fuck out of my way

Warns the obnoxious gweedo

As his train leaves the station

And as a thousand feet crush

Their own Rubber tread on to

Pavement lined with shit and

Countless wrappers and old gum

With millions of hearts beating

Simultaneously in a

Second, and I feel the soul

Of a great and majestic town

Rush forward with carelessness

Heedless fearless Abandon

Thanks be

That I can be free

And eternally damned

With vendors foods spammed

And cardboard for sleep

And fine silk upon to weep

Thanks be

That I have my own tub of Not Yo Cheese!