On the day of the death of the king

My thoughts go back to 1977.

I wonder what his life would bring

And if he did actually go to heaven.

His world then was a different place,

Full of music, drugs, sex and rock-and-roll.

Yet somehow, he was out of place,

But never got the chance to grow old.

Indeed, he's gone, the Postal Service says so,

Affixing his likeness to a stamp, for a leter.

The tabeloids disagree, I do too.

When you visit a Burger King, you'll know better.

So this is what you should do.

Believe what you want, whatever you choose.

At least the king was royalty here.

Listen to some of his music, you can't lose,

All hail the King, and his blue-suede shoes.

On the day of the death of the King

Taking care of business he would sing.

08/16/2008

Posted on 08/19/2008
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