Reports are that New York City
Has washed out with the tide
Give my regards to Broadway
The starless Manhattan skyline
The coffee shop patrons are oblivious
To what is going on outside
With latte in hand they don't realize
They'll soon be swimming for their yuppie lives
All the business men on Wall Street
Are stuffing money in suitcases
Hoping that they'll double as
Life saving flotation
All those spotless high fashion models
Are in heels trying to run-away
It's far too late for that now
Shouldn't have gone to work today
With Central Park underwater
It's now New Yorks finest fishing spot
Tossing fishing lines out of every high-rise
Using what ever bait they've got
From Escargot to caviar
Along with diamond rings for shine
To attract the fish for that special dish
On which the rich can dine
Once a place of so much fun
The island became it's own ride
When Coney Island washed away
As New York was pulled out with the tide
Collab with Mike Hauser :) seriously love working with him, even though I was kinda lazy with this poem and he did most the work ;)