JFK, Record Straight

I slept with Marilyn Monroe if anyone was still wondering
about the affairs. I’d rather be remembered for those then
my stance on Vietnam. People love scandal, Nixon knows that.
But do people for revolution wonder if I died because I was
young and in love? Or because I was cheating on Jackie; the
dinner party and big hats wife of the White House. She wasn’t
pure either, not fit to be in that large white house, that house
of chastity. Its oval and breast shaped rooms flaunting their
mahogany furniture and rich bodies. I groped Marilyn upstairs
and unzipped her dress on the same desk I defended our country.
I defended my marriage by sleeping around and treating Jackie like
a queen, a pedestal, a commander and chief of the Kennedy clan.
A name she embraced and I died for, a country body we fucked.