The edges of America
The malls decay and fall
Big Mouth Billy Bass
Moans on the wall
Zambonis plastic from Japan
Fish tanks empty, cracked
The Colosseum is alive tonight
With many hungry men
I am the ambassador to a crash.
They give me a bomb to hold.
They also give me a Ouija board.
It’s not the one you sold.
Empire America
Something decays, falls
Big Mouth Billy Bass
Shrieks on the wall
Sibyls on Zambonis
Fish tanks filled with gods
The Colosseum is for rent
You’d better get in line
I’m your astrological ambassador.
I found you in another mind.
You’ve been there a long time,
You’re here, too.
(continues)