Zack the Pretender

So today I became aware of the existence of another poem about the JonBenet Ramsey murder. The first poem I became aware of is called the Manchurian Doll. These poems are written by one or more unknown individuals with a hidden knowledge about the real circumstances of the death of JonBenet (not the fake story about her dying inside her house). 

Zack the Great Pretender

In his cocky reverie

The truth the three would carry

To the steps of the authority

to boast of their pernicious spree

But he did not know that I could see

And therefore was not wary

For hidden in the rectory

Protected by the church decree

He delved in child pornography

While elders professed not to see

His sister told them it could be

He killed the child and honest she

His secret would not bury

They did not know he’d changed the key

When police would come to query

So they broke and entered quietly

Though he would claim illicitly

And so avoiding calumny

A grand sum he was paid to flee

And so it was, conveniently,

Their questions he would parry

To solve a tale of misconstrue

Just look into the offman’s pew

You’ll find there in Ft. Luptons slough

Stray cats aplenty, skinned a few

On prying stoops their hides did strew

And cats blood will scare daughters too

While bushes hid their sins from view

Richard held the cue.

The child must die, he did decide

The crime arranged, the ritual plyed

With church at stake and family pride

Three men he chose to end her

Though two decried this church a lie

Their testimony was denied

With ties that run both “deep and wide”

No one could defend her

Now some have gone and some have stayed

Class defined the roles they played

Someday you’ll know the masquerade

Of Zack the great pretender.