New York poets never feel blessed for as everyone knows they have been cursed by every god anyone has ever imagined mercilessly condemning them all to a life of ceaselessly recording the rage of the degenerate and the deviate while living perilous lives of addiction and profligate hedonism which requires a delicate balancing act between self-righteous condemnation of the teeming masses they deem enslaved by capitalism, consumerism, corporationism and whatever else does not meet their standards for living a real life, and the hypocrisy of their own indulgences.
They suffer from:
Pain
Rejection
Neon lights
OBSESSION
Cocaine
Black people
Jews
John Wayne
Intelligence
LOVE
Chain-smoking
Brooklyn
Lesbians
Goyim
Dubya
The A train
Iniquities
Beauty
White people
Muslims
14th street
Mothers
Freedom
Hate
Freedom
Hate
New Jersey
Junkie tremors
Anonymity
Potholes
Vodka
Barack Obama
Red finger nails
Weddings
Stop!
Anonymity
Potholes
Vodka
Barack Obama
Red finger nails
Weddings
Stop!
Let's just go with they suffer from everything and leave it at that.
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