NYC Illuminati

You crosser, East River
A sea of endless subjects
You vastly, all knowing
Discoverer unequal

You work for no one at all

And still have, financial
The freedom to speak freely
And dressed in fantastic
Illusions of starvation

You stand for nothing at all

Your passion, you lover
You drive artistic engine
You're talking artfully
We desperately attend it

You work for no one at all