go ahead, bite the big apple. . .
proposition my friends in times square,
go ahead, and I’ll pretend you’re not there.
give me a long-ass walk to the Empire State
get me up early, and don’t let me sleep late
whose leg do i have to hump to get a real New York Bagel!
[really, they were hard to find!]
gimme a freakin’ drink drink before i change my mind!
shopped Fao, Macy’s, and Louis Vuitton,
but Kate Spade--that’s what my heart was set on!
free tickets to MOMA? is that what they said?
ran into Jules & Lins, so Rosie O’Grady’s instead!
margaritas before Wicked was not a mistake;
but the shopping trek after? Oh! how my feet did ache!
Pakistani cafe of horrors--thought Melonie was gonna freak!
Manhattan on a Saturday night. . .
and i thought the chicken coops around Springdale reeked!
central park, brunch, a nice Sunday snooze
Eataly, Serendipity, and plenty of booze
Staten Island Ferry, Brooklyn Bridge, Battery Park
peed in the courthouse--guess Greg can say he left his mark!
another nap necessary
dinner at Les Halles was so very
absofuckinglutely awesome, and Mr. Rice would agree,
that McSorley’s Old Ale House capped off a perfect trip to NYC!
