Ode to New York City, 'cause that's how I roll

Having gone bi-coastal recently, I've been thinking of my old NYC, which I haven't seen for more than a year, and decided to pen a quick ode:

I love the humans of New York, the miasma and madness, the sacred and profane, the melting pot of minds. I love the filth on and all over everyone and everything. Ah, the humanity. The unexpected. The music and vulgarity. The songs of stupidity, wit and wisdom. The utter clash of everything. The colors, the food, the noise, the smell of piss, the pile of people with eyes deeper than the dawn. New York, New York is a hell of a town.  

Feel free to wax poetic about Gotham in your comments to me below.