I wanted to write a poem about the assassination of President John F. Kennedy
I wanted to imagine what was going through the shooters mind
The streets were getting full
There's no backing out now
I need to take deep breaths The cheers are getting loud
He's turning on my street
I have him in my sights
BANG! OH SHIT! BANG! GOOD NIGHT
By
Dwayne
Clark
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