A/N a funny poem that I wrote in the middle of LA class. So enjoy it, tis
sorta funny, supposed to be depressing, but just plain BAD. Ah well.
A troubled soul, though he was
There was a sensitive soul beneath it all
Beneath the feminine façade
There was a desperate man clawing out
Beneath the corset, the 6 inch heels
They'res a man dying to feel
More than desire, lust
He was dying to be one of us
A man of constant sorrow
A man of constant pain
Waiting patiently until
The day when he would reign
He tried to be nice
Tried to be civil
But he couldn't make friends
Cause he was so liberal
So Frankie was faced with endless days
Working on Rocky where he had full say
But he was still unhappy, still was blue
And so he went searching, perhaps, maybe for you
A troubled soul, though he was
There was a sensitive soul beneath it all
Beneath the feminine façade
There was a desperate man clawing out
Beneath the corset, the 6 inch heels
They'res a man dying to feel
More than desire, lust
He was dying to be one of us
A man of constant sorrow
A man of constant pain
Waiting patiently until
The day when he would reign
He tried to be nice
Tried to be civil
But he couldn't make friends
Cause he was so liberal
So Frankie was faced with endless days
Working on Rocky where he had full say
But he was still unhappy, still was blue
And so he went searching, perhaps, maybe for you
