Quote:
Originally Posted by kennyc
Crazy Casey Anthony
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s little Caylee?
Where can she be?
No one’s seen the two year old
stories are made and changed.
Searches look both high and low
but not a sign is found.
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s little Caylee?
Where can she be?
Cadaver dogs get a hit
decomposition in the trunk
they learn that Casey’s been away
in the dancebar getting drunk.
Arrested, incarcerated,
losing precisely the thing
she thought she’d gained.
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s little Caylee?
Where can she be?
Water recedes six months later
a meter reader finds her then
beside the road just a half-mile
away from grandma’s house.
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s little Caylee?
Where can she be?
A crown of peace
formed of seedlings
grows in skull-matted hair.
Duct tape threads remember
a nose and mouth now gone.
Small bones scattered
by predators and their needs
confirm that it is her.
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s the little girl?
Where’s little Caylee?
Where can she be?
Kenny A. Chaffin – 6/12/11
(I'm still fighting with this one....)
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That's very sad. Nice work, Kenny.