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 ;)