Thoughts of the Empire State Building
They talk about me in Cincinnati and Kalamazoo
In Texas, Idaho, Wyoming, Russia and Timbuktu.
They like my photos but few travel to New York City.
Where the Broadway shows are spectacular and witty.
A skyscraper, what is that? Asks a child from Chad.
I’m the Empire State Building, beautiful and bad.
Decorated each December in lights of green and red.
Come to New York City, see me, and get amply fed.
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