Inside the New York Snowglobe

Inside the New York snow globe
The buildings are not to scale
They're not even sort of to scale
And the people inside the snow globe
Complain about that
A lot

These are the people you can't see
Because they live inside
The not-to-scale buildings
While the happy, smiling
Always-wearing-winter-coats people
Standing outside the not-to-scale buildings
And hold hands
And cheer up
Whomever might pick up the snow globe
And shake it

The people in the buildings complain about the shaking
A lot

They also complain
That whenever the snow globe shakes
Snow-that-isn't-snow
Flies everywhere
And crashes through the windows
Of the not-to-scale buildings
Wreaking havoc
On the little apartments
And often injuring
The Complaining People

The happy outside-the-building people
Try to cheer up the people inside
By telling them
About all the things
They see through the glass of the globe

Giant people
Giant hands
Giant fingers leaving giant fingerprints

This terrifies the Complaining People
And does not cast astonishment over them at all
As it does for the Not-Complaining-People
Because the Not-Complaining People
Can only feel astonishment
And joy of the purest form

The Complaining People
Can only look outside their fake windows
And see the fake Empire State Building
And the fake Statue of Liberty
And the fake Times Square
And wonder what it would be like
To really see these things
In their non-fake form

Instead they eat fake tv dinners
And dream fake dreams

They turn to their fake spouses
Who complain even more than they do

And they say--

'Look outside, it's snowing'

And the fake spouses say--

'It always is, darling

It always is.'