Friday, September 17, 2010

Poetry Jam to a Manhattan Tourist

You are what you eat.
Is that a hunk of meat?
I live on this street!
Clean up what you threw at your feet.
I'll take a picture and Tweet!
N.Y.C. could be sweet.
(Except in the heat.)
Don't miss a beat.
Make this place neat.
Or go back to your wheat.
And don't let the door hit your seat!
A%&hole.


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