Marilyn Monroe’s Father, Charles Stanley Gifford
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He’s obviously an alien. Just look
At him and then at her. The evil shows
Despite the camera and the way it took
Him at his best. The evil almost glows,
Skin, jowl, and cheek, cleft chin, and left eye’s stare.
Forget the almost perfect nose since we
Can see malevolence, its colder glare
In his indifference. Lack of sympathy
(Except for his own needs) is held in lips
(That lower lip) and whiskers on the thin
One near them. Stealthiness, this creature clips
Them. Can the women underneath in sin
With him not see the threat as he pumps on
Inside each hole? Their darkness wants his spawn.
~ Phillip Whidden
