I Used To Think It Was Mere

I'll Probably Be Popped Off By Some Loony.

Leave A Space And Something Will Fill It.

Everybody's Talking About Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters, And Canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, And Popeyes, Bye-bye, Bye-byes.

I Used To Say To My Auntie, 'you Throw My Fu*kin' Poetry Out, And You'll Regret It When I'm Famous,' And She Threw The Bast*rd Stuff Out. I Never Forgave Her For Not Treating Me Like A Fu*kin' Genius Or Whatever I Was When I Was A Child.

Wouldn't It Be Interesting To Take Elvis Back To His Sun Records Period? I Don't Know. But I'm Content To Listen To His Sun Records. I Don't Want To Dig Him Up Out Of The Grave.