Manhattan is a place
Where the main thing to do
Is spend money
But at some point you realize
That you’ve got
Enough pants
You shop and you shop
And you shop and you shop
And you reach a point
When you look in your closet
And think to yourself:
“I’ve got enough pants”
And shirts and gadgets too
And at that point
The advertising
Starts to slide off of you
Like oil on teflon
And you leave Manhattan
For the forest
You hang out with the trees
The trees
That don’t want your money