Always in love was the next poor fool.
He was a sad little emo
To whom life had always been cruel.
A friend to the ladies,
Or at least that's what he thought.
For how could you not be sexy?
With all the band shirts he had bought?
A girlfriend here and a girlfriend there,
Just more opportunities to write a poem of despair.
He worshipped bad music…
And even wrote some as well.
In fact I think his vocal skills were developed in hell!
He practiced with his band
Almost each and every day.
To reach his ultimate goal,
A show at Groundworks he would play!
But his dreams of popularity
Would be something he never got.
No matter how many hoodies he purchased
From stores that offered topics that are hot.
The time was never taken for his social skills to tone,
So his number was never dialed
When we all picked up the phone.
His garments were very femish.
He may as well have been wearing dresses and bows!
For no lumberjack of logsmen would even dream of wearing
Such icky skin-tight clothes.
His girlfriend's pants he proudly fit and paraded
While with two belts and makeup
His personality he masqueraded.
Tis true that this fellow was an odd one indeed.
But one could never deny that he was always there
If it was a friend that you did need.