Hey Bill de Blasio
Do you hear what happened?
a million of my friends are freaking out


Hey, Bill de Blasio
It’s 6:47
Below seventy second 
is approaching an apocalypse


For once
The shows did not go on
It’s uncomfortably warm
Peoples faces glowing green
sipping scotch a-lit by screens


Hey, sorry JLO 
wrong kind of birthday blackout
I’m sure you were a knockout
It’s too dark to see your outfits


Coasting on a rented bike
Not a single traffic light
Somehow traffic faired alright
Everyone was so polite

For once
The shows did not go on
It’s uncomfortably warm
You could almost see the stars
quite unheard of in New York

For once the shows did not go on
Halls awash with empty seats
 Actors can can in the streets
Police protecting us from tweets 
[spoken: ladies this not the time]

tetetonwe