Pump a shell out
Your life fell out
Rolling behind the motorcade
Like tufts of dropped president
Freshed his fade with a rifle
Pinked Jackie’s face with violence
She was shocked and sadenned
But he had a poxy cock in his jocks
And she was still mad at him
His head then was open plan
John Fitzgerald cross-sectioned
Near Elm Street intersection
Easy entrance for Fred Kreuger.
Muzzleflash at the knoll
Nikon sizzle, no one saw nizzle
Got you a dead president
Surname eerily prophetic
Surely fates heavensent
Kennedy means ugly head
Shooter never sees penitentiary
Any potential truths died with him
His ruby blood
Alchemical rubedo out flooding
The alembic of his body
At long operation’s end
Cessation of amazement.
Alchemisland 
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