The Devil & the Kennedys (Part One)
An Irish Catholic immigrant,
a prideful man was he,
his ego out-weighed his bankbook,
and he hated poverty.
He fathered many children,
and most of them were sons,
the eldest son, Joe Jr.,
was always number one.
Piously he prayed for wealth,
but never worked a day,
and Satan waited patiently
for the words he knew he'd say.
He spent more time at his Irish pub,
as his malignant bitterness grew,
cursing God, cursing life,
cursing all he knew.
And, yes, those words did pass his lips,
and, lo, he did appear,
but he looked like a gentleman,
his smile seemed so sincere.
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
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