One Night In Downtown Flushing Poem by John F. McCullagh

The gates of hell were opened wide
and beckoned me within.
Alas I can’t read all the signs
Because my name’s not “Chin”

I wandered through emporiums
Overwhelmed by sights and sound
If you would like a duck or goat
I’m sure one could be found.

Bubble tea and sushi bars
Compete here cheek and jowl
And from the Karaoke bar
One hears a drunkard howl.

A slightly built masseuse then smiled
And gestured me come in
But they’d be no “Happy Ending” there
Because that “she”’s a “him”

I wandered dazzled and confused
And doubts arose a pace
Is this not Roosevelt Avenue?
Has Flushing been erased?