Faded Houses Green

Grabbed by the seat of their collective pants, the enlightened zombies were thrown into the deep end of the pool table, but they didn’t know how to break dance, so they waltzed their way to Tennessee and reminded the showgoers what life was like before fat Elvis forgot to leave the light on for you, and Tom Bodet shimmied the Haka to the beat of Love me Tender ’cause he was no one’s teddy bear when it came right down to the end of the line as sung by a supergroup of granny groupies riding souped up camels (the camels smoked Marlboros) and what that had to do with British aristocratic houses, not even Colonel Tom Parker understood–nor did Colonel Sanders for that matter, but Kentucky had separated from Tennessee long before the jail house rocked me Amadeus.