NEW YORK, NEW YORK    

DF 05. 01. 2020

 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK
CARS WHOOSHING BY AND ACROSS
LIKE BLOOD IN A RUNNER’S VEINS
WHEELS TURNING AND HORNS BURSTING 
LIKE A MELODY FROM ROOSTERS WITH CANES 
POP.
AND THERE’S A MAN FINGERING A CHAMPAGNE CORK
HE IS A DIRTY HIPSTER AND A BOSS
BUT THOSE THREE WOMEN HOLD THE REIGNS
LOCK,
THEM UP.
THEY KNOW OF DORKS 
AND OF THEIR STAINS.
BUT.
THEIR OWN GLOSS
IS OVER TEETH IN ALL SORTS OF PAINS
THEY DO NOT FLOSS
EVEN FROM PORK
ON A FORK
OH!
AT THE TOP OF THE ROCK
OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK