some thought he was a monster
some thought he was a saint
some thought him the epitome of style
others that he was quaint
some thought he was nasty
some thought he was rather sweet
some would follow him to hell and back
others not across the street
some thought him courteous
some thought him rude
maybe he was both
depending on his mood
he came out of nowhere
and took the world by storm
they took him down to headquarters
to fill out a form
he wrote “name here”
in the space marked “name here”
he was a rebel
and had nothing to fear
they put him in a cell
marked three twenty one
the moon was in the sky
but he was the sun
some thought he was a robot
some thought he was a plant
when pressed for an answer
he said, no such word as “can’t”
some thought he was a monster
some thought he was a saint
some thought he was wood
others thought he was paint
many did not care
other wondered why
deep down inside
he was just a guy
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