CON-JOB STORY

But the deal fell thru—

Floyd Welles full of shit

Dick’s big convoluted plan to

Rob the Clutters a farce

More angry at myself—

Not wanting to lose face

I had this fictional Killer

Façade Dick dreamed up

I was ready to split—

Get outta the state fast

Flee to Mexico where we

Could make our fortune

But Dick pissed me off—

He tried to seduce the girl

That’s when I went amok

Proving myself to Dick

LOVER’S SPAT

I was full of hot-blooded rage

And queer jealousy over Dick’s

Blonde chick str8t infidelity

Capote wanted to know—

What other people couldn’t

Understand whether or not

I could be so “cold-blooded”

But it was “hot-blooded”—

The kind of murder men do

When jealousy and betrayal

Grab them by the Throat

Mr. Clutter was a decent man—

I thought so all the way up

Until I slit his throat and blew

His head off with a shotgun