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| John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (March 17, 1942 – May 10, 1994), also known as the Killer Clown, was an American serial killer and rapist who sexually assaulted and murdered at least 33 teenage boys and young men between 1972 and 1978 in Chicago, Illinois. All of Gacy's known murders were committed inside his Norwood Park Township home. His victims would typically be lured to this address by force or deception, and all but one victim were murdered by either asphyxiation or strangulation with a tourniquet (his first victim was stabbed to death). Gacy buried 26 of his victims in the crawl space of his home. Three further victims were buried elsewhere on his property, while the bodies of his last four known victims were discarded in the Des Plaines River. Convicted of 33 murders, Gacy was sentenced to death for 12 of these killings on March 13, 1980. He spent 14 years on death row before he was executed by lethal injection at Stateville Correctional Center on May 10, 1994. Gacy became known as the "Killer Clown" due to his charitable services at fundraising events, parades and children's parties where he would dress as "Pogo the Clown", a character he devised himself.---Wikipedia, 2015 |
Dear Lord do I have to love
Babies screaming in the seat
Behind me on the plane yes
My son and their mothers who
Don’t make the slightest effort
To find out why they‘re crying
So they could do something
About it yes her too what about
Those fat girls at Walmart wearing
Torn jean shorts with blotchy
Cellulited thighs of course maybe
Them especially how about guys
Who park their Corvettes Mercedes
Porsches on a line so they take up
Two parking spaces surely those too
Then there’s the ones who sit
Behind you in a theater who won’t
Shut up and when you ask them
Nicely they swear at you and kick
The seat come on Jim I wouldn’t
Leave those out people on the bus
Who jam their wire shopping
Carts against your ass from the
Moment you get up to give
Some one else a seat I think
They must be loved OK I’ve
Got one the mechanic who did
A wall job on my car and charged
Me three hundred bucks for
Nothing I never said all my
Children were honest yes him
Too snotty children certainly
You must not remember your
Childhood people who make
Really bad movies snuff films
For instance yes my child
Speaking of children what
About John Wayne Gacy I
Thought you would have
Gotten to him sooner but
Yes you must love him you
Know I’ve just about had it
With this love everybody
Program OK let’s go for
The big kielbasa Hitler
Goebbels the whole anti-semitic
Torturers and killers I think
You know the answer Jim I
Expect you should love all
Of them they’re all my sons
And daughters I made them
I love them I’m the only one
Who knows them entirely
My advice would be love them
Don’t leave anybody out Donald
Trump Kanye West and those
Infuriating Kardashians I didn’t
Say loving them comes easily
What about you is it OK for me
To have everyone love you even
If a lot know you only as one of
Three hundred million Americans
Believe me I know a lot of people
Who would ask if they had to love
You with all your quirks and flaws
And your pick your nose sarcasm
Guess what I tell them
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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