A Kings ’Hitlist

"You!"..

Exclaims the King.

While looking up from his most private throne. -attempting to the best of his ability, to maintain both speaking clearly, and stabilizing himself.

"It's you!... you're the one who's been following close behind me, aren't you?"

"Nothing but a hound dog, Hey, I sang a song about you too." The King slurrs in sarcastic humour.

I interrupt him in the midst of asking me If I'd "like my guitar signed".

Mind you, he was referencing my Scythe, and Heavy Rock band, known as Kiss, had hardly been able to make an impression on the King.

I break my silence to respond,

"I am Death, and you are the last Soul I need to send, to complete my contract and avoid the Hell I've faced for more than a century. I Need a little less conversation."

The Out of his mind, Ahead of his time, King of Rock-N-Roll, bittersweetly, responds to me,

"Listen now, Don't be Cruel, you've got me all Shook up here. Treat me nice, Let me be,

You obviously ain't got a whole lot of living to do. Why not just Return to sender, it shouldn't be cause for to many Suspicious minds. Unless your really the Devil in disquise, from way down at that Heartbreak Hotel, in the Ghetto. Won't you Let me get on my Blue Suede Shoes, before my Wooden heart stops Knocking, before I stop Rockin', before I'm Burnng in Love, if death is anything like a Hard headed woman."

"I'll Remember You." Death replied