O Leonardo Dicaprio,
How does one become you?
A scam artist, a genius, and addict, a wolf.
Yet, your skies are so blue.
Your wife married you, a man
Who could not rub two nickels in his hand.
Yet, you left her for white elephants,
Mysterious women, and fancy pants.
You remarried a Jersey girl,
Who only loved you for your pearls.
But when the feds came knocking,
It was no surprise she began talking.
Into the slammer you went,
And did time for the many dents,
You punched through.
Michaela Clark '14