An expiration
date with
alternative Elvis
who on his
deathbed was
heard to sigh
don’t pay no heed
to my simulacra
Momma
but the Elvi
proliferated
like flowers
or gratuity
and all the
thank-you's
could not
be contained.
Great, I love it.
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This really amused me, such a great idea, I enjoyed this poem, Danny, 'the Elvi' is classic :)
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