Marilyn

by John Long   May 29, 2007


She's my Marilyn.
Not his.
Though even Joe DiMaggio
Would be jealous.

BLONDE.
SEX.
RED DRESS.

And she farts and she burps
But so do I.
And I'll never hit
A home run at Yankee stadium.

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