If Elvis Were Still Alive
Are you lucid tonight?
Do your pants smell alright?
Are you sorry that wasn't a fart?
Does your memory stray, have you eaten today,
is your body still falling apart?
Is the rim round your piehole a forest of hair?
Do you gaze out the window and drool as you stare?
Is your heart filled with pain? Call the doctor again.
I can't hear; are you lucid tonight?