When I smoke I see dead Kennedies

When I smoke I see dead kennedies.
By Ritchie Dee

When I smoke, I see Dead Kennedys in a haze,
Anons lost, caught in a cryptic phase.
Vincent Fusca's the distraction, playing his part,
But JFK Jr.'s hiding, right there in plain heart.
DeSantis, MTG, in Kennedy guise,
Kari's a Bessette, hidden from prying eyes.
Saorise's Kati, a plot in between,
Junior's Gavin, Caroline, in the scene.

Kaleigh's a Kennedy, Desantis, Michael's disguise,
Kari's Lauren Bessette, truth wearing clever ties.
Saorise plays Kati, stealing Kari's scenes,
While Junior's Gavin, and Caroline, MtG's means.
When I smoke, I see Dead Kennedys in the air,
A whirlwind of tales, a world beyond compare.
Fake news, staged events, a grand facade,
Smoke clears, truths surface, a bizarre charade.
On NFL's sidelines, secrets softly glide,
Donna Kelce's mask, concealing far and wide.
Seth Rich's faked demise, a story woven well,
Travis Kelce, kin, within the fabricated spell.
Assange traced to Trump's uncle's link in time,
Podesta files veiled the deep state's climb.
COVID, vaccines, a psyop's intricate play,
Placebos swapped, truths lost in the fray.
The NFL's stage, scripts hidden in the core,
World Series clues, moments to explore.

Kaleigh's a Kennedy, Desantis, Michael's disguise,
Kari's Lauren Bessette, truth wearing clever ties.
Saorise plays Kati, stealing Kari's scenes,
While Junior's Gavin, and Caroline, MtG's means.
When I smoke, I see Dead Kennedys in the air,
A whirlwind of tales, a world beyond compare.
Fake news, staged events, a grand facade,
Smoke clears, truths surface, a bizarre charade.