Like a drunk spinning
in a wild dance,
a wailing banshee,
busting down the door,
she stumbled through
the Jersey swamps
to give New York
a deep and lasting tongue kiss.
Filed under original writing, poetry
If it had of hit any other city, would anyone have cared? Lets have another pity party for NYC! 🙂
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