Gentrification Blues

The highest concentration of wealth
Resides on the Upper East Side
From Yorkville to Sutton Place
There lies New York’s pride

There are more millionaires in California
They’re spread out all over the state
Manhattan is now dubbed Millionaires Island
The rest of the city will follow that fate

There used to be a time
When we made room for the marginalized

Down on the Bowery, they’re building condos
What’s a working man to do?
He has no choice, he has to move
But where to?

In the nineteen seventies
The rotting Big Apple
Was smothered in existential angst
Symbolizing the height of urban and moral decay

My kind of town
Those were the days