Hathaway & Follieri
Forgive me father for I have sin. I’ve fallen
From grace and landed in confinement with disgrace.
I’ve done the unthinkable and swindle church funds
For celebrity status and fun! I’ve romp lace.
Forgive me father for I have sin. I’ve fallen
For the wrong guy, a mafia type with many
Dark secrets! He treated me like a princess. Done
To me on a party platform without cookie.
With no solidarity, taken have I to
Many sins upon the church, upon our children.
But the taste of life is short, grand, and so sweet! Do
A check and balance father. Due to punishment.
So you have lie to me! Swindle! Cheat! Scam artist!
I have not lied to you; haven’t robbed another man.
You’ve robbed my life! Your life! My status with your tricks!
What have I done to you? For you? Please understand
Was the best moment of my life! And I hope that
You’ll forgive me. Forgive a boy with iron splat.
10/5/08
(Fictional - I have not consulted Anne Hathaway or Raffaello Follieri nor was I authorized prior to writing this sonnet.)
BY KENNETH KHANH DU




