TMZ reported: “The handwritten poem — which is part of the massive Elvis auction going on at gottahaverockandroll.com — is called “Ode to a Robin,” and was sometimes recited by Elvis on stage and at one point was used as the answering machine message at his home.”
Hilarious. Am I right or am I right? I know. America now has a slight, detailed look into what was going on inside Elvis’ very warped mind. He was more than macabre. There should be a club for morbid poets. Nevermind, I’m sure there is. Given that, I have a strong suggestion for those clubs: officially dub Elvis the Shakespeare to their genre of poetry. It only seems logical. Anyone who can write about a Robin, being heinously murdered on a window sill, has my vote.
At least the bird received a shared moment with ‘the king’ and his shaky leg before having a window slammed onto its little body. With that, he really ain’t nothin‘ but a bird killer.