Elvis fell from the toilet
clutching his chest
puking up fried bananas
and shitting out steaming pickle juice
his pants around his ankles
his fat ass in the air
sewage seeping from all of his pores
his mistress must've screamed
oh! royal leader
oh great one
your flock turned a blind eye
towards your tender soul
always demanding MORE
give us MORE oh great one
piss down our throats
shit in our breakfast
whip us
beat us
it will only make us love you MORE

as you headbutt the floor
on your way to heaven
a swan dive of perfection
glory be thy name