Doing John Wayne Gacy's Laundry Poem by James P. Roberts

Doing John Wayne Gacy's Laundry



A tisket. A tasket.
A basket full of boy's underwear,
ripped open and used
again and again.

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A nasty little piece that I've never felt comfortable submitting to magazines. I was born and grew up in Waterloo, Iowa where John Wayne Gacy lived for a few years and was the manager of a Kentucky Fried Chicken there.
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