The Thievery of Marilyn

We must all suffer through the rings to the prisons We must go from the ugliest to the gossling. We must slip from stardom to the depression. The silk nights and the bleeding knocks at the doors. In '63, after Marilyn's death, The world was left whipped into the permanence of a heavy breath. The loss was so great, the stars dripped like leaky faucets, The sadness and the lewd collaborated into obedient crying. They couldn't believe that she has was gone, A life cut short, a tragedy that was the invention of some mob. As if she was took from us, but she was far from herself. With all that she had to give, the arrogance wanted more. That darkness consumed her, her spirit was caught in that cage. Just smile little Marilyn, they'd say. The money, the fame. The elite is watching. The elite…