As I awoke this morning
when all sweet things are born
A robin perched on my window sill to greet the coming dawn
He sang his sweet song so sweetly
and paused
for a moments lull
I gently raised the window and crushed his fucking skull.
handwritten poem by Elvis, recorded just days after his release from Baptists Memorial Hospital, November 1973.
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