There once was a little boy,
who always smiled and was filled with joy.
He would play with his toys and make loud noise.
His parents would gather and grin
at the beautiful boy who could not sin.

Afterwards came a troubled youth
with greased hair. It was only by fluke
that he did what he did. Spare him yet,
everyone understood, but for him.
Innocent, but whats within.

Later, there was a disheveled man
who many enjoyed but few could withstand.
From rapidfire tongue and mind, he created his
place upon the world. Yet still he could not find
it. Again, the man demonstrated his soul.
And again, and again and again.