The King Died At The Heartbreak Hotel Of A Pained Unanswered Fever. Poem by Michael Gale

We're caught in a trap of suspicious minds down
at the heartbreak hotel of stuck on you.
I'll remember you as i'm all shook up and i can't help falling in love.
So just remember me and treat me nice you hard headed woman.
I want you to be my good luck charm and
only surrender and treat me nice only after you make me all shook up.
Remember that you don't be cruel to this sad looking houndog face.
Please love me tender and not too much of a big hunk o' love.
Love me as i love you too much, i'll remember you sitting in that jailhouse rock of sweet memoried pain to a moody blue promised land.
Just remember something, welcome to my world that you gave me something in that old Kentucky rain of shameful pain.
What now my love because
i am suffering from a fever of a lonesome time without your lovely faded accompanying presence.
I guess it's over since you gave me a mountain of memories.
If i can dream of you as some have to see
you as my see see rider of my dreams.
I'm so lonesome i could rock a hula baby.
Too bad it's over with this Johnny B.goode.
You don't have to say i got stung but
you still need to wear my ring around your neck.
You stepped on my blue suede shoes right on top of this strangled pain.
You were some what like my little sister, her name was Long tall Sally.
That's when you heard i did it my way coming down with those steam roller blues as before you were my boss anova baby.
This heart is lastly dead as the king is dead,
so welcome to my world of a farewell swollen painful end.
I just have one last wish that
you could have been my teddy bear just one more time.