Who Is Your Neighbor
" Who is your neighbor"
Falling asleep, listening to an oldies station. Elvis was singing, Burning Love;
" A hunk, a hunk of burning love." Played over and over. I felt like throwing up!
In my slumber, Elvis was my neighbor. Partying all night, with his rowdy band;
Looking over, I saw, Elvis gyrating his hips, with a peanut butter sandwich in hand.
Tired of the noise. I got up and walked to Graceland. Facing huge ornate gates;
Elvis looked, and asked, "Are you the pizza delivery boy? I said, for Pete sake.
"No I'm not!" "Could you, quiet down?" I asked. He looked at me and laughed;
He said, " Do you know who I am?" I'm the king of rock n roll, so kiss my fat a--!"
In disgust I walked away. As the pizza delivery boy walked up to the Gate, I heard
Elvis say, " Thank you very much, thank you very much." As he stuffed his face.
9/6/2015
Copyright © Michael Tor | Year Posted 2015
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