Smalltown Poets: Prophet, Priest, and King

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Put down my thoughts in a letter to the President
Penciled and packaged with all due respect
Elvis commemoratives just for effect
Never heard back
Think you know a guy

Wired my congrats to Chuck and Di some time ago
All my love to the Queen
My invitation was lost in the mail
But I know I was missed when they kissed ‘neath the veil
I sent a nice gift
Never got a note

But my closet’s a shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a Prophet and Priest
Pull out boxes and brooms and I gush like a groom
For it’s here I commune with a Prophet, Priest and King

If I indeed am misperceived by some heads of state
Hey, that’s great
‘Cause I talk to a Prophet who tells me the truth
And I dine with a King at my home in Duluth
Better yet I’m in touch with a much-needed friend
Who hears my confessions and pardons my sin

Yeah, my closet’s a shrine to an old friend of mine
Here I talk all the time with a Prophet and Priest
Pull out boxes and brooms and I gush like a groom
For it’s here I commune with a Prophet, Priest and King

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