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Inspired by PBS, yet again. About the day Bobbie Kennedy died.

The McCarthyists were crying
The ambassador was dying
They were watching the news
On the black n white cathode ray tube

He wasn’t their man to cry for
The opponent they wouldn’t die for
But it struck em as sad
Seems something had come to an end

He was the next King
He was everything
He was the last great white wonder boy

You swung through the street on your dad’s navy sleeve
brass buttons cooling your pink Irish cheek
The voice of a family was snuffed out and muffled,
Bed-Stuy didn’t sleep, and the New Yorkers shuffled

The Ambassador staff raised a flag to half-mast
The lefties and liberals gasped the last gasp
We were shocked for while
Till the tide of death of died
The ink of the incident awash in the whites

Secrectly we all had crushes
On Chappaquidick’s blushing lushes
The men, who cried, for the world

Privately we practiced writing their names
with a perfectly cursive monogrammed family K
For the last great white wonder boy

The procession of headlines gave way to work deadlines
Thank god we’re not standing in communist bread lines
we’re glad to be here
With our country and our beer
But don’t let the bullet take another this year

He left behind the might have beens
The voice of the have-nots, the bay of pig sins
Alarmingly charming sons of politicians
Brothers and mothers who take it on the chin


He was the next King
He was everything
He was the last great white wonder boy