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