Making The Lion For All It's Got -- A Ballad

I came home and found a lion in my room…

[First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175]

A lion met America

in the road

they stared at each other

two figures on the crossroads in the desert.

America screamed

The lion roared

They leaped at each other

America desperate to win

Fighting with bombs, flamethrowers,

knives forks submarines.

The lion ate America, bit off her head

and loped off to the golden hills

that's all there is to say

about america except

that now she's

lionshit all over the desert.