(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 3, 2016)

O Jackie O,
I never once loved you so.
So skeletal in voice and dress,
Too stiff and ironically glamourless.

But I wonder today if you might
Have guidance to state on this fight
Between burlesque yacht-yellers
And gold-plated chief fellers.

Just yesterday my girl endorsed my girl*
Throwing another flag into the whorl.
Would endorsing be a thing you would do
Like so many diplomatic kangaroo?

How can we parse your demure brevities
As one of the pseudo celebrities?
Is it all just the new and the old
Auctioning the righteous and the sold?

Is it all just the shiny
For the brute and the whiny?
The answer lies not in your pillbox hats
Or from infinitely sermonizing acrobats.

A gun is always cocked at the ballot gate
To defend abstractions under the breastplate.
O bookish frau, the parade quickly becomes fraught,
Kennedus patiens, covered in blood and covered in thought.