I hate NY

I hate New York. I deeply hate New York

Where gods and people mingle and despair;

If not for masochism of our work,

Then only few would ever go there.

You never-sated, always hungry beast,

You never sleep; you never let us sleep;

You dirty glowing temple of the east,

We are your priests, your knights, your food, your sheep.

You lure us in with tales of gold and value;

Forever running, we could never stop.

We justify whatever price we pay you

By legends of the heaven up on top.

We watch our dreams and spirits fade to black.

Good-bye, New York. I hate you. I'll be back.

First published in The Lyric Volume 101