I cannot say how I became
A fly inside his web
Manson was a charming bloke
I slipped into his ebb
He asked if I was cast away
A loner lost and dazed
I answered him with quite a grin
He shrugged as if unfazed
I followed him from town to town
A little dog at heel
And then one day I got a plan
To help the earth to heal
I bought myself a .45
And ventured to the park
Planning to meet Gerald Ford
To make him hear my bark
I aimed the gun right at his head
His service tackled me
"I didn't shoot," I yelled at them
They would not let me be
They dragged me off to die in jail
But not before a trial
When Keyes said I was full of hate
I threw him my denial
The apple struck him in the face
And garnered me a frown
As I delighted at his pain
My lawyer pinned me down
They locked me up as you'd expect
I tried once to escape
They caught me quick and brought me back
My mind was in rough shape
Eventually I made parole
And now I'm doing fine
But I will always love Charlie
That lunatic was mine
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Wicked Women
PuisiWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
