Of the big isle they call Manna-hata

The isle, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of September turn gloomy

With a load of financial lore six thousand pounds more

Than Cantor Fitz's leasehold weighed empty

That good tower and true was a bone to be chewed

When the planes of September came early

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Where the seats are all ninety reclinin’

A soft double chin and a hedonist grin

Spoke of fortune from three thousand dyin’

“On the hundred first floor through a solid oak door

That’s where Cantor Fitzgerald fared poorly

Bankers toiling in vain, Allah sent in a plane

And my payday, September came early!”

>>>>

“It started for pa, another day in shitlaw,

Watching bankers in Maybachs admirin’

But his fortunes would turn as the steel girders burn

And he followed the sound of the siren.

Some blamed this man hiding in Pakistan

Or ‘the Jews’ for the terror invited

But the wisest men knew it made more sense to sue

The airlines, AA and United”

>>>>

“As the settlement wraps, widows fighting for scraps,

And the limelight, with old Mayor Rudy.

I’ll just pay my rent with his forty percent,

With enough left for cocaine and booty.

Some say you’re insane to profit from the pain

But those fools, they just lack the hunger

So they spit on the face of men in the right place,

Like my pops and George Bush the younger.”

>>>>

The man finished his drink, and he gave me a wink

As he pulled out his iPad, so glossy

“Now get back into coach, you fucking prole roach”

“I’ve gotta pwn this asshole Gay Posse”

I made my retreat back to my middle seat

Thinking how I could profit from peril…

And sit on a throne, made from burnt human bone

like the wreck of the Cantor Fitzgerald!

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