eight hours in a new york minute 
Posted: 3/25/2006 11:39:04 AM 

under the broken towers with tears in my eyes
I see the showers of lost hope falling from the sky
wondering why somany people have to die to cry
for justice in this insane world of celulite thighs
double chins and silicone inplants under inflated lips
sipping latés in crazy bars full of uncooked fish mongers
pretending to be stars in someone else's car for longer
than the 8 rush hours of a New York minute
can we begin yet to understand this hypocratic irony
where slaves shout "we are the brave and free"
then rush back to work for some jerk they never see.