...or, "This Is What I Get For Watching Historical Documentaries" Sometimes As I walk around Lower Manhattan I imagine that I am walking in the company Of Alexander Hamilton
Showing him the city that he built The financial engine of the world A system that he put in motion
We walk past the columns of the stock market Looming mere feet from where his house once stood Then along Rector Street Past the churchyard Where he lies buried
And each time As my mind wanders I am gripped by the same inescapable truth:
Sweet toad-fucking Christ I'm a dork.