Goodbye Pete Burns – a poem

You were a butterfly in a hurricane

You were a salmon against the tide

Your outward persona; A media sensation

But no one knew the hurt inside

A spinning record of emotion 

And a mouth that spoke your mind

With a vicious quip that could curdle milk

And the intention of being unkind

The most genuine person you could wish to meet

And certainly the most unique

Your personal style was a joy to behold

But the tabloids labelled you as a freak

An untimely death and then you were gone

They say that only the good die young

So we’ll say farewell with a tear in our eyes

And we’ll grieve; there’s no more songs to be sung 

Ange Chan ©2016


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