Siddated: On 9/11 NYC "and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place"

Fuck me? Fuck you.

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
th Street

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.

Fuck the Puerto Ricans.

Twenty to a car,
swelling up the welfare rolls.

Worst fucking 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 fuckin' guy?!
Get the fuck outta here!

Fuck 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."

Fuckin' crack
your fuckin' head open!

Bensonhurst! Bensonhurst!

Fuck 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!

Fuck 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 years ago.

Move the fuck on.

Fuck the corrupt cops with
their anus-violating plungers

and their shots,

standing behind a blue wall
of silence.

You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests
who put their hands

down some
innocent child's pants.

Fuck the church that protects
them, delivering us into evil.

And while you're at it,
fuck 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 fucking Otisville, J.

Fuck Osama bin Laden,
Al Qaeda,

and backward-ass cave-dwelling

fundamentalist assholes
everywhere.

On the names of
innocent thousands murdered,

I pray you spend the rest
of eternity with your whores

roasting in a jet-fuel fire
in hell.

You towel-headed camel jockeys
can kiss my royal lrish ass.

"l notice how many
of what I once thought

"were evidences of repression,
sexual or otherwise..."

Fuck Jacob Elinsky.

Whining malcontent.

Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery,
my best friend,

judging me while he stares
at my girlfriend's ass.

Fuck Naturelle Riviera.

I gave her my trust,
and she stabbed me in the back.

Sold me up the river.
Fucking bitch.

Fuck 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!

Fuck 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 fucking ash,
and then let the waters rise

and submerge this whole
rat-infested place.

No.