ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING

Enter the mise-en-scene, through the portal,

you know...the portal...follow along it's just poetry,

anyhow, when you get to the magic kingdom,

find the bureaucrat with the fat mauve tie.

Yeah kill kill kill,

Then ask for a counsel with the king,

and tell him there's a new boss in town,

See that will always happen if the people become passive,

if they are a sea of passive slaves,

to a king,

so if you meet the king on the road,

kill the king,

I thee despot,

have spoken,

few will understand the ironies of this,

but that's OK...remember it's just a poem,

and a poem is like dreamtime,

you can change the rules of reality,

see let me show you...imagine a cup and saucer on the ceiling,

now imagine people pouring coffee that falls up to the saucer and cup,

see...that proves it I just changed the laws of physics,

you should try it sometime...

Kill the king.

Elvis has left the building.

Poem and image © 2016 and 2005 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder