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the singer
The singer
Elvis was not dead he had been up the mountain
living on berries, playing hibernating with bears
and had become a vegan.
Elvis was now thin, his suit hanging like a haversack
in a ranch of starving horses
his suede shoes were too big, and his golden lame suit
hung loosely on his emaciated body.
Elvis decided to have a farewell concert and his voice
was the same Colonel Parker didn't think it was smart
Young people wanted to see other young people,
not an elderly gent, who could sing like Elvis.
Few people showed up and thought it was an illusion
Bill Clinton came but left early friends who had
an island had been found dead in his cell also he had
forgotten his saxophone.
Elvi sang a couple of songs, looked at the audience
said, Go Fuck Yourself, walked out and took the bus
to the mountain and his bears, and no one saw him again.
Elvis was not dead he had been up the mountain
living on berries, playing hibernating with bears
and had become a vegan.
Elvis was now thin, his suit hanging like a haversack
in a ranch of starving horses
his suede shoes were too big, and his golden lame suit
hung loosely on his emaciated body.
Elvis decided to have a farewell concert and his voice
was the same Colonel Parker didn't think it was smart
Young people wanted to see other young people,
not an elderly gent, who could sing like Elvis.
Few people showed up and thought it was an illusion
Bill Clinton came but left early friends who had
an island had been found dead in his cell also he had
forgotten his saxophone.
Elvi sang a couple of songs, looked at the audience
said, Go Fuck Yourself, walked out and took the bus
to the mountain and his bears, and no one saw him again.
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