Yeah, fuck you too.
Fuck me? Fuck you.
Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money and coming up behind my back.
Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up my clean windshield. Get a fucking job.
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis palming down the avenues in decrepit cabs.
Curries steaming out their pours. Stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chest and bulked 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 pure minuscule priced fruit-necked tulips and roses rapped up in plastic. 10 years in the country still no speaky English.
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobsters, thugs, sitting in cafes sipping tea in little glasses. Sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheeling and dealing and scheming. Go back where fucking came from.
Fuck the black-headed Hasidim strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty Gabardine with their dandruff selling South African apartheid diamonds.
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-stout masters of the universe. Michael Douglas Gordon Gecko wannabe motherfuckers figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break. Chico, GIM phones, Adelphia, WorldCom.
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car. Swelling up the welfare roll. Worst fucking parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dominicans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the dynamistic Italians with their palmate hair, their nylon warm-ups, their Saint Anthony medallions. Swinging their Jason Giambi “Louisville Slugger” baseball bats trying to audition for The Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their appearance scars and their 50-dollar Luchy artichoke with their poor faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched all tart and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody sweetheart.
Fuck 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 137 years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shot standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betrayed 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 weekend in hell and all the hallelujahs of the legion angels for eternity. Try seven years in fucking Otisville, Jay.
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Queda and backward-ass cave dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with 7-2-4s roasting in a jet fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!
Fuck Jakob Elinsky. Whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery. My best friend judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass.
Fuck Naturelle Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his seamless fleece standing behind that bar sipping on club soda selling whisky to firemen and cheering the “Bronx Bombers”.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Cohoe. From the tenements in Alphabet C to the brown stones of Parksville 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!