My Poem about Bill

We had to write a poem about our hero in english class and this was mine.

Voice so loud, girls listening all around

Behind the scenes they talk

Ripping everything, even the way he walks.

You claim he is gay (Like it is wrong)

But his music continues to play

The scraps of paper in his tiny pocket

Become the songs that get me through the day

During the last years the hair was changed

The clothes were rearranged and though struggles were met

Yet there wasn't a tear shed from someone who walks as if he is Humanoid

Speaks as if he is an alien

Girl or Boy? the question to many is Automatic.

But with a mirror image by his side.

He screams out into the night with nothing a mic.

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