Answer
|
fuck
|
you,
|
too.
|
Fuck
|
me?
|
Fuck
|
you,
|
Fuck
|
you
|
and
|
this
|
whole
|
city
|
and
|
everyone
|
in
|
it.
|
Fuck
|
the
|
panhandlers,
|
grubbing
|
for
|
money,
|
and
|
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!
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Chelsea
|
boys
|
with
|
their
|
waxed
|
chests
|
and
|
pumped-up
|
biceps.
|
Going
|
down
|
on
|
each
|
other
|
in
|
my
|
parks
|
and
|
on
|
my
|
piers,
|
jingling
|
their
|
dicks
|
on
|
my
|
Channel
|
35.
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Korean
|
grocers
|
with
|
their
|
pyramids
|
of
|
|
Answer
|
overpriced
|
fruit
|
and
|
their
|
tulips
|
and
|
roses
|
wrapped
|
in
|
plastic.
|
Ten
|
years
|
in
|
the
|
country,
|
still
|
no
|
speaky
|
English?
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Russians
|
in
|
Brighton
|
Beach.
|
Mobster
|
thugs
|
sitting
|
in
|
cafés,
|
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
|
Chassidim,
|
strolling
|
up
|
and
|
down
|
47th
|
street
|
in
|
their
|
dirty
|
gabardine
|
with
|
their
|
dandruff.
|
Selling
|
South
|
African
|
apartheid
|
diamonds!
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Wall
|
Street
|
brokers.
|
Self-styled
|
masters
|
of
|
the
|
universe.
|
Michael
|
Douglas,
|
Gordon
|
Gekko
|
wannabe
|
mother
|
fuckers,
|
figuring
|
out
|
new
|
ways
|
to
|
rob
|
hard
|
working
|
people
|
blind.
|
Send
|
those
|
Enron
|
assholes
|
to
|
jail
|
for
|
FUCKING
|
LIFE!
|
You
|
think
|
Bush
|
|
Answer
|
and
|
Cheney
|
didn’t
|
know
|
about
|
that
|
shit?
|
Give
|
me
|
a
|
fucking
|
break!
|
Tyco!
|
Worldcom!
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Puerto
|
Ricans.
|
Twenty
|
to
|
a
|
car,
|
swelling
|
up
|
the
|
welfare
|
rolls,
|
worst
|
fuckin’
|
parade
|
in
|
the
|
city.
|
And
|
don’t
|
even
|
get
|
me
|
started
|
on
|
the
|
Dom-in-i-cans,
|
’cause
|
they
|
make
|
the
|
Puerto
|
Ricans
|
look
|
good.
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Bensonhurst
|
Italians
|
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. »
|
Fuck
|
the
|
Upper
|
East
|
Side
|
wives
|
with
|
their
|
Hermès
|
scarves
|
and
|
their
|
fifty-dollar
|
Balducci
|
artichokes.
|
Overfed
|
faces
|
getting
|
pulled
|
and
|
lifted
|
and
|
stretched,
|
all
|
taut
|
and
|
shiny.
|
You’re
|
not
|
fooling
|
anybody,
|
sweetheart!
|
Fuck
|
|
Answer
|
the
|
uptown
|
brothers.
|
They
|
never
|
pass
|
the
|
ball,
|
they
|
don’t
|
want
|
to
|
play
|
defense,
|
they
|
take
|
five
|
steps
|
on
|
every
|
lay-up
|
to
|
the
|
hoop.
|
And
|
then
|
they
|
want
|
to
|
turn
|
around
|
and
|
blame
|
everything
|
on
|
the
|
white
|
man.
|
Slavery
|
ended
|
one
|
hundred
|
and
|
thirty
|
seven
|
years
|
ago.
|
Move
|
the
|
fuck
|
on!
|
Fuck
|
the
|
corrupt
|
cops
|
with
|
their
|
anus-violating
|
plungers
|
and
|
their
|
41
|
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
|
|
Answer
|
weekend
|
in
|
hell,
|
and
|
all
|
the
|
hallelujahs
|
of
|
the
|
legioned
|
angels
|
for
|
eternity!
|
Try
|
seven
|
years
|
in
|
fuckin’
|
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
|
seventy-two
|
whores
|
roasting
|
in
|
a
|
jet-fuel
|
fire
|
in
|
hell.
|
You
|
towel-headed
|
camel
|
jockeys
|
can
|
kiss
|
my
|
royal
|
Irish
|
ass!
|
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
|
|
Answer
|
with
|
his
|
endless
|
grief,
|
standing
|
behind
|
that
|
bar
|
sipping
|
on
|
club
|
sodas,
|
selling
|
whisky
|
to
|
firemen,
|
and
|
cheering
|
the
|
Bronx
|
Bombers.
|
Fuck
|
this
|
whole
|
city
|
and
|
everyone
|
in
|
it.
|
From
|
the
|
row-houses
|
of
|
Astoria
|
to
|
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
|
Island.
|
Let
|
an
|
earthquake
|
crumble
|
it,
|
let
|
the
|
fires
|
rage,
|
let
|
it
|
burn
|
to
|
fucking
|
ash
|
and
|
then
|
let
|
the
|
waters
|
rise
|
and
|
submerge
|
this
|
whole
|
rat-infested
|
place.
|
No,
|
fuck
|
you,
|
Montgomery
|
Brogan.
|
You
|
had
|
it
|
all,
|
and
|
you
|
threw
|
it
|
away,
|
you
|
dumb
|
fuck!
|
|