The Rock Star was a controversial fellow
With a guitar of black and yellow.
His facial features were very rough
He looked like an ape and just as tough.
The music that he wrote was loud and crude.
Adults found it to be irksome and rude.
His lyrics dealt with the obscene
Which caused the sensors to scream
Out in a display of hate
But the youth thought he was great
For the young saw him as a star,
But the old considered him outlandish by far.
His band consisted of four
But the teens found them a bore.
The adolescent girls would rave over his bod
While the boys thought him to be a god.
And a concert would be this god's church
Where teens would go in search 
Of jumping up and dancing around
And maybe even getting slammed into the ground.
But this ecclesiastical fool enjoyed an occasional smoke
Of something that would make people choke.
Getting "pepped-up"  was something he regularly did
He would encourage others, even a kid.
Yes, even alcohol he would promote too
With a saying like "I drink and so should you!"
And so the parents wanted him banned
An idea that did not seem grand
To the young cult which followed his ways
They did not want to see the end of his days.
But as hard the parents tried, they could not stop
His immense popularity which would not drop.
And so about this fellow I can say no more
I must, you'll think me a bore.



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