It will always be 
The end of time 
The end of law 
The end of life 
The dogs will howl 
And yank the leash 
From tree to tree 
From each to each 
  
Does the man who makes the shoes own you, clown? 
You can’t even pry the nameplate off, now can you? 
Fix it with your tiny fist there 
James Van Der Beek and them sisters from Sister, Sister 
The only one that’s ever felt this is you 
The force that’s forcing you 
To feel like busting up a Starbucks. 
  
This bitter drink 
Has made you drunk 
The thoughts you think 
Become unthunk 
The sea’s ablaze 
The sky is too 
The water’s red 
And the flames are blue 
  
Nyack! Ronkonkoma! East Orange! Piscataway!