Mr. Wall Street, the Subway Comedian

"Here's a dollar,

I'm gonna pester you

for the ride."

You live on laughter of others

Generated by brashness,

uncanny New York style.

They ask if you work on Wall Street

With your full black ensemble:

thrift store hoodie,

chain-store jeans,

chain dangling from Hardy's belt,

I've got that same jacket at home

It's blue. They cost Fifty-five Ninety-five.

You're not Wall Street,

you're me, 20 years later.

Thanks for the ride.