#jackie
She was
like a
carnival.
She enjoyed
freaks
like me.
She was
fun to
ride.
She loved the
games.
She tasted
like
sweet
cotton candy.
And at the
end of
the night,
she would
melt into me
like
Dip n' dots
ice cream.
And then,
I would
lick her
clean.
I wish
this carnival
would never
leave town.
written by me... ..
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
"When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses." ~JFK
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
Dallas, November 1963
Jackie wears a pink dress at her husband’s request
Unaware that it’ll soon be a mess
As they ride through a crowd of the press
She wonders which **** her husband gonna **** next
Questioning how much fake can her heart take
She does a deep breath but suddenly
A bullet shot hits his neck & another through his head
Leaving poor old Kennedy for dead
Blood staining Jackie’s pink dress
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC