Kiss The Ring Of The King
By Travis Davis
Yeah, you could call this a toenail
but I call it history
the foot that it once grew on
is steeped in deep mystery
You see, this toenail was found
in the bathroom of the King
two days after that fatal turd
dropped slowly from his ring
I would have bought the feces too
but I can't afford the strife
I was battered with the frying pan
for the toenail by the wife
This toenail kissed Elvis' sock
and rode a blue suede shoe
Perhaps he could have loved it tender
except his heart was clogged with goo
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