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The Singer

April 25, 2019
By Anonymous

His dark brown hair flops in the wind

As he sits down and sings about sinners and their sins

From L.A to London from arenas to hangouts

His incredible vocal range always rings out

Although known for singing he can also do more

He can dance and be on Broadway and who knows what else he’s explored

It is only right that he puts on a show

And what other way then at the disco

He tends to keep his cool but he isn’t afraid to panic

Some people might call him and his band kinda satanic

Some people think he is crazy other’s say he is a genius

From his looks to his hair he is quite seamless

From ruining a wedding to hiding a key

How can one not love Brendon Urie


The author's comments:

This poem is about the singer of my favorite band Panic at the Disco.


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