**** me? **** you.
**** you and this whole city
and everyone in it.
No, no, no, no, no.
**** the panhandlers
grubbing for money,
smiling at me behind my back.
**** the squeegee men
dirtying up the clean
windshield of my car.
Get a ****ing job.
**** the Sikhs
and the Pakistanis
bombing down the avenues
in decrepit cabs,
curry steaming out their pores,
stinking up my day.
Terrorists in ****ing training.
Slow the **** down!
...getting one
of those operations
that elongate your penis.
**** 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 ****s
on my Channel !
**** 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.
**** 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 ****ing came from.
**** the black-hatted Hasidim
strolling up and down
th Street
in their dirty gabardine
with their dandruff,
selling South African
apartheid diamonds.
Come on.
Your wife deserves this.
**** the Wall Street brokers.
Self-styled masters
of the universe.
Michael Douglas-Gordon Gekko
wannabe mother****ers
figuring out new ways
to rob hardworking people blind.
Send those Enron *******s
to jail for ****ing life.
You think Bush and Cheney
didn't know about that ****?
Give me a ****ing break.
Worldcom.
**** the Puerto Ricans.
Twenty to a car,
swelling up the welfare rolls.
Worst ****ing parade
in the city.
And don't even get me started
on the Dominicans,
'cause they make
the Puerto Ricans look good.
Who's this ****in' guy?!
Get the **** outta here!
**** the Bensonhurst ltalians
with their pomaded hair,
their nylon warm-up suits,
their St. Anthony medallions,
swinging their Jason Giambi
Louisville Slugger baseball bats
trying to audition
for "The Sopranos."
****in' crack
your ****in' head open!
Bensonhurst! Bensonhurst!
**** the Upper East Side wives
with their Hermes scarves
and their $
Balducci artichoke.
Taxi!
Overfed faces
getting pulled and lifted
and stretched all taut
and shiny.
You're not fooling anybody,
sweetheart.
Taxi!
**** the Uptown brothers.
They never pass the ball,
they don't want to
play defense,
they take five steps
on every layup to the hoop,
and then they want to
turn around
and blame everything
on the white man.
We not giving it up!
We not giving it up!
Slavery ended over 120 years ago.
Move the **** on.
**** the corrupt cops with
their anus-violating plungers
and their shots,
standing behind a blue wall
of silence.
You betray our trust!
**** the priests
who put their hands
down some
innocent child's pants.
**** the church that protects
them, delivering us into evil.
And while you're at it,
**** J.C.
He got off easy --
a day on the cross,
a weekend in hell,
and all the hallelujahs of the
legioned angels for eternity.
Try seven years
in ****ing Otisville, J.
**** Osama bin Laden,
Al Qaeda,
and backward-*** cave-dwelling
fundamentalist *******s
everywhere.
On the names of
innocent thousands murdered,
I pray you spend the rest
of eternity with your *****s
roasting in a jet-fuel fire
in hell.
You towel-headed camel jockeys
can kiss my royal lrish ***.
"l notice how many
of what I once thought
"were evidences of repression,
sexual or otherwise..."
**** Jacob Elinsky.
Whining malcontent.
**** Francis Xavier Slaughtery,
my best friend,
judging me while he stares
at my girlfriend's ***.
**** Naturelle Riviera.
I gave her my trust,
and she stabbed me in the back.
Sold me up the river.
****ing *****.
**** my father
with his endless grief,
standing behind that bar,
sipping on club soda,
selling whiskey to firemen
and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Let's go, Yankees!
**** this whole city
and everyone in it,
from the row houses of Astoria
to the penthouses
on Park Avenue,
from the projects in the Bronx
to the lofts in Soho,
from the tenements
in Alphabet City
to the brownstones
in Park Slope
to the split-levels
in Staten lsland,
Iet an earthquake crumble it,
let the fires rage,
Iet it burn to ****ing ash,
and then let the waters rise
and submerge this whole
rat-infested place.
No.
No. **** you,
Montgomery Brogan.
You had it all,
and you threw it away,
you dumb ****!