Wednesday, March 24, 2010

A Poem for Michelle "Bombshell" McGee and Jesse James


Bombshell McGee, stank queen of San D
Her flesh a marquee of ridiculous degree.
So many tats to see— can we assume Jesse
Just didn’t know about the swastikas?

Troubling Michelle, a vision from hell
Traced upon her shell pictographic alarm bells
Of a sleazy Raphael with a story to tell
Of white power and of swastikas.

Angry white girl,” heavily inked twirl,
Begging for a whirl and so crazy you’d hurl.
She seemed such a pearl, but then had to unfurl
An armband covered in swastikas.

Oh Jesse James; just looking for fame.
Now you can lay claim to a deep sense of shame.
Unwilling to tame your own passion’s flame—
Next time check your partners for swastikas.

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