AM New York paper-handing-out guy makes my day and breaks my heart with a poem for the new great-with-a-small-'g' depression-with-a-small-'d'.

On Park Avenue South, rings out an elegy for the new economy:

AM New York,

Please take one.
Make me feel useful,
Please take one.

AM New York,
Here you go.
Take away my depression,
Here you go.

AM New York,
Please take one.
I need a job just like you so
Please take one.

(The above is a direct quote.  While I can't confirm that he was thinking in terms of poetry, it reached my ear as such.  Whether the paper-handing-out guys are at risk of job loss is something I don't know, but it would seem this fellow is lacking in job security.)