Are you my better?

Are you my better?  Now let me see.

You are rich and a Kennedy.

The best looking one you used to be,

But to remember that takes a long memory.

Pampered, spoiled, but you weren't always.

Things were pretty rough in your prep school days.

But you cheated at Harvard, and they had to expel

The pompous young man whose exam didn't sell.

Two big brothers paved your way with their lives,

And the unworthy youngest even now survives.

No wonder you're riddled with uncontrollable guilt.

You drink far too much and you pull up your quilt

To destroy the soul—destroying eternal cries

Of Mary Jo Kopeckne as she dies.

With this sad dinosaur I sympathize

This pathetic survivor will not again rise.

Tell your tale to St. Peter, I strongly advise,

And ask for forgiveness for all of your lies.

For all of your righteousness how do you sleep

With the dark experiences you still keep

Buried inside a secret place

To your inner self's complete disgrace?

And although you think you're better than me,

I'd not want to be you through Eternity.

Mimi Winship