Here are a few Poems in the work...
Iron Butterfly
White Dress floating above the crowd
Hallowed fans scream out loud
'Oh where is our marilyn
our angel of the hollywood screen'
Her breathy body now just a dream
She accidently entered our hearts
with a wartime photo
and then Norma Jean
Made love to the Hollywood screen
and Thus became Marilyn Monroe
America fell in love with her
Girls wanted to look like her..
Guys wanted to make love to her...
and she gave her heart and soul to us
But she never got to share it with her own
She swallowed 'comfort' each day
and for each man who turned her away
after a night of making love
they gave her a hard shove..
until the the day...
The white dress flew completly away
and she was gone forever,
America's iron butterfly died.
