I just found this poem that I wrote quite a few years ago about boys in bands. Enjoy!
They are fun to look at but not to date
Their music is great, but they’re always late
Their hair is cool, and they’re style sweet but somehow they manage to hit on every girl they meet
Sure they’ll write you on myspace but never call
Their life is going great unless their band takes a fall
You come to see their shows, but they don’t care
You’re a small concern compared to what they’ll wear
They’re poor as dirt and sometimes they smell
And rarely do they ever come out of their “I’m a rock star” shell
After the tours have ended and the music stops
You finally see that band boys don’t really rock
