zealot preachers
smashing
and
burning records
calling him the devil
dj's blind
to what was happening
refusing
to play
the negro music
he was singing
parents
worried about hIs greasy
slicked back
ducktail
and
his sex appeal
teenagers
hungry
for some
of their
own
craziness
in a world gone berserk
friendly
family doctors
who
couldn't
say no to the king
an entourage
enabling
his every whim
elvis was doomed
from
the
very beginning
(8-17-1977)
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