A million people packed sardine tight
This hour of Time Square night
A crystal chandelier slides down the pole.
Quick, y'all, throw bales confetti,
hoping shredded paper don't turn to hale
for already my nuts are freezing on Broadway.
Someone please explain this rite
I might as well be from Mars
though I am Manhattan genuine.
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