went down to the mini mart
a couple of nights ago
thought i was having flashbacks
of an old Las Vegas show
standing behind the phone chargers
trying not to be seen
was a bloated Elvis Presley
looking pretty green
Elvis isn’t dead
you’d better believe me
pretty damn sure
my eyes don’t deceive me
the FBI didn’t know
with all of their bugs
Elvis isn’t dead
he just ran out of drugs
uh huh huh
uh huh huh
just seen the fat has been
outside my seven eleven store
looking pretty vacant
like he wants to score
what he’s doing there
is anybody’s guess
i just saw Elvis
so the UFO’s are next
Elvis isn’t dead
you’d better believe me
pretty damn sure
my eyes don’t deceive me
the FBI didn’t know
with all of their bugs
Elvis isn’t dead
he just ran out of drugs
uh huh huh
uh huh huh
uhuhuhuhuhuhuh go Elvis
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Brenton F
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TICK TOCK
11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
By Elizabeth Butler3 days ago in Fiction
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