Here’s a poem by Claude McKay “On Broadway”

About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
Upon the merry crowd and lines
Of moving carriages below
Oh wonderful is Broadway — only
My heart, my heart is lonely
Desire naked, linked with Passion,
Goes trutting by in brazen fashion;
From playhouse, cabaret and inn
The rainbow lights of Broadway blaze
All gay without, all glad within;
As in a dream I stand and gaze
At Broadway, shining Broadway — only
My heart, my heart is lonely.

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MAN MADE RELIGION

โ€œRELIGIOUS TRAINING!โ€ 11/28/2017 Tuesday!

My Daddy is a Methodist,
Had a bunch oโ€™ rules!
He forced me there on Sunday, to-sit-with-a-bunch-oโ€™-“ghouls!”
{When-I-was-young} To sing old hymns, by Wesley & St. Claire,
When he knew {by golโ€™} I-wanted-t-play, when he KNEW I didnโ€™t care!
โ€˜Bout all that boring, religious stuff, โ€˜bout Jesus on the cross,
Forgiving (pause)
EVERYBODY!
I tell ya:
โ€œChurch! A โ€˜loss!โ€™โ€œ
And so, so long ago
I QUIT!
Going to that place!
But mom & dad, they kept on going, to-save The Human Race!
And what of me? Well,-Iโ€™m-on-my own – (pause)
Donโ€™t need people – โ€˜round me,
I flew-to-the-moon, REAL SOON, and dance and sing โ€œOld Blarney!โ€*
I have no rules; I am my own!
Iโ€™ve no companions – โ€œGive-a-dog-a-bone!โ€
I AM AN ISLAND! Whatcha think oโ€™ that?
And
Dang!
Iโ€™m lonely!
Wish-I-had-a cat! (pause)
Or Someone-To-hold-my-hand! {Maybe}
In Church!
Iโ€™ve burned-all-my-bridges! Iโ€™m-really-in-a-lurch!
I think Iโ€™m feelinโ€™ ill!
I think Iโ€™ll go to bed!
And cry myself to sleep!
I wish that I was dead!

BUT
Wait!

Whatโ€™s this?
On the DARK side oโ€™ The Moon?
Itโ€™s my dad!
And mom!
And-the-preacher!
And thereโ€™s a potluck soon!
And thereโ€™s gonna be turkey! And gravy! And good stuff to drink!
And thereโ€™s that cute girl Mimy – whoโ€™s looking awfully โ€œpink!โ€
And how did I get here? I havenโ€™t a clue!
But, dang, thereโ€™re lots of cats and dogs and groovy things to do!
And, now, Margaret’s flirting at me, and Iโ€™d forgotten-I-can-blush!
You know, maybe (just) a couple oโ€™ rules will not my โ€œsoulโ€ a-crush!
My Daddy – Yea, a Methodist! But maybe not so bad,
I guess I never, ever knew – exactly what I had! fin. <3

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P. S.: [My Dad, well, he IS Methodist, but heโ€™s a Catholic too! He has him no Italian blood – Yet (pause) a-more through & through! And, yes, he’s also Jewish and likes a gospel choir! And he’s at The Food Pantry, and, I guess, he’ll never tire! โ€˜Cause Dad’s at home with everybody – atheists and whores – and holds the hands of child-molesters – To Heaven they all soar! โ€œCause Dad’s a right and ready man, a real cool cat! My Daddy! Heโ€™s OK by me – he’s a Social Democrat! ๐Ÿ™‚

*: โ€˜Tis thereโ€™s the stone that whoever kisses, He never misses to grow eloquent; ‘Tis he may clamber to a ladyโ€™s chamber,Or become a member of Parliament.โ€œA noble spouter heโ€™ll sure turn out, or An out and outer to be let alone; Donโ€™t try to hinder him, or to bewilder him,For he is a pilgrim from the Blarney stone.โ€Francis Sylvester Mahony