Where'd You Go, Deborah Jeane? (B4/C5/P04)

Literally I jumped
When I read
News of the 'D.C. Madam'
In the L.A. Times
Police said

Where'd You Go, Deborah Jeane
And why'd you let the bastards rattle
Your cages
Impenetrably vulnerable

Sympathies rested
With you for reasons
Perhaps deep inside
I understood like Brandy
That Vitters always win

Handwritten notes were found at the scene, and she left other chilling clues with the biographer Dan Moldea, who spoke to her last year, according to Time magazine:

“She wasn’t going to jail, she told me that very clearly. She told me she would commit suicide,” author Dan Moldea told Time soon after news broke … “She had done time once before [for prostitution],” Moldea recalls. “And it damn near killed her. She said there was enormous stress — it made her sick, she couldn’t take it, and she wasn’t going to let that happen to her again.”


Though we didn't know you at all, you had the grace to hold yourself while those around you crawled. They crawled out of the woodwork, and they whispered into your brain. They set you on the treadmill and then Dick Cheney had you killed.... Enjoy the ride to a better place!