Sister Rose

Jack Ruby ... (newbie) boob tubie stoogie step up and bunt, sir that's an affront, sir, to all the manic panic room ragers bouncing their pagers off eyes-in-the-sky hollow-point queries, thus ... conspiracy theories swept under the thug-rug like dust shaking the pillars, grand homes of white retrieving a tossed stick bleeding and caustic for that egg-shaped room a Camelot doomed by Big Daddy's greed (oh that corn-mash weed) and dear sister's need freed by the slip of a scalpel, not so helpful after all ... gun-to-gun-to-steel-to-matter, (gray) one sweet mad-hatter to carry those numberless sins their sticky grins and one soft, tender chin ... so dear, so dear covered in drool the featureless fool left to rot (please hold her gnarled-knuckle hand ... ... just a while - oh please - for the sake of dreams!) still... karma wrought its due and castles crumbled ... though her heart could no longer care. Ruby, Jack ... fade to black.