New York has been invaded by Romans.

The ones who look like tennis players

and that I would never 

ever

want to talk to.

But maybe I miss home

so I walk in figure eights around them

while waiting for the F.

I feel cool for half a second

because they’re tourists

while I live here now!

But then I remember

how despicable I am,

buying a latte

at the Empire State Building’s Starbucks,

supporting evil corporations just because I feel weak

and need some cardboard-tasting caffeine

before heading to the Library

where I won’t get anything done

anyway.