Fuck you and this whole city
and everyone in it.
No, no, no, no, no.
Fuck the panhandlers
grubbing for money,
smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men
dirtying up the clean
windshield of my car.
Get a fucking job.

Fuck the Sikhs
and the Pakistanis
bombing down the avenues
in decrepit cabs,


curry steaming out their pores,
stinking up my day.

Terrorists in fucking training.
Slow the fuck down!
...getting one
of those operations
that elongate your penis

Fuck the Chelsea Boys

with their waxed chests
and pumped-up biceps,

going down on each other
in my parks and on my piers,


jiggling their dicks
on my Channel !
Fuck the Korean grocers
With their pyramids
of overpriced fruit
and their tulips and roses
wrapped in plastic.
Ten years in the country,
still no speakee English.

Fuck the Russians
in Brighton Beach.
Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,
sipping tea in little glasses,
sugar cubes
between their teeth,
wheelin' and dealin'
and schemin'.


Go back
where you fucking came from.


Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim
strolling up and down
in their dirty gabardine
with their dandruff,

selling South African
Apartheid diamonds.
Come on.
Your wife deserves this.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers.
Self-styled masters
of the universe.
Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko
wannabe motherfuckers


figuring out new ways
to rob hardworking people blind.
Send those Enron assholes
to jail for fucking life.

You think Bush and Cheney
didn't know about that shit?
Give me a fucking break.

Worldcom.

-great scene from the 25th Hour. Gotta love the freak burst.