Elvis was notorious for not being a morning person, but, as a country boy, he should have known Robin's are not the problem. It's the damn Blue Jays. Those things make me so mad, I could use them as target practice.
I think he musta read this before writing his own version: Little birdie in the snow he broke his wing he could not go so I lured him with some bread & then I crushed his fucking head
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That shit doesn't rhyme .
BA HA HA HAAA!
Was that really an Elvis poem? Doesn't matter anyway, it's awesome.
Yes, it really is his, in his own hand.
Predictably disturbing.
You aim for the Jays i'll aim for the crows and we'll go on a dawn shooting spree. I can't stand it.
...hmmmmmm, think he might have done some drugs in his lifetime? Like the day he wrote that "poem"...?
I think he musta read this before writing his own version:
Little birdie in the snow
he broke his wing he could not go
so I lured him with some bread
& then I crushed his fucking head
8:02:00, so he plagerized it. Figures.
Oh, and I love crows, they crack me up.
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