Across 110th Street,
West is where the students reside.
At the top of Central Park,
No longer pimps or pushers in sight.
Nearby the Cathedral – St. John the Divine.
Lady says donation to enter,
Ten Dollars. Per Head. Minimum. Wait in line.
I can’t see any pimps or pushers in sight.
The geography of poverty,
Said the sign on the wall outside.
Forty-five million in the USA.
That’s a lot of pimps and pushers in sight.
It’s pretty around the Cathedral,
Only seventeen percent below the line.
Rising to twenty-eight in nearby Harlem,
Where the pimps and pushers are in sight.
Directly across Central Park,
Lies the posh Upper East Side.
A mere six point seven percent,
There’s no pimps or pushers in sight.
But a stone’s throw away,
Tough East Harlem provides,
Thirty-five percent in decline,
All the pimps and pushers are in sight.
The lady pipes up again,
Sir? Ten dollars. Per head. Minimum.
That’s not how God works is it?
With these pimps and pushers in sight.
The road sign outside says clearly,
Right Turn. Must Turn Right.
Takes you all the way into Manhattan,
Where the real pimps and pushers delight.
© Mark Davoren 2016