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This Is Me Waving

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New York, it's time for me to roll over and claim defeat
You've made a hollow broken shell of a man out of me
you've collapsed my lungs, you've cracked my nerves
you've stolen my innocence, you've murdered a child

New York, I'm tired of your $4.15 a gallon
your $10.15 cigarettes
your barbaric police force, your medieval rules
your traffic and accidents and constant construction
your overpriced tolls movie tickets food and alcohol

New York, I'm tired of your angry citizens,
your arrogant attitudes, your aggressive tendencies
I'm bored with your overabundance
I'm worn out with your cold
These bleak, grime-infested metal tubes
these underground claustrophobic tunnels
all these structures establishing this hyperborean atmosphere
all this aligid concrete making bruises of my feet
stand fast, or this city will claver you

I need me a place to calm down
I need sand that doesn't scathe my feet
salt water that doesn't make me pall
palm trees and untainted ocean air

I need me a place brimmed with estrus
locals with philia, bars with vehemence
$4.45 for a pack of cigarettes
at least get sick at a reasonable price.

I need me a place where I can feel calm
New York, this is me waving my arm
glad to be rid of you, I'm gone gone gone

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