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The Guy in the Boa

I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry.
The latter. Definitely the latter.
Dedicated to the bestie xxx

The sun was bright, the sky was blue,
Yet Frank Iero still had nothing to do.
The house was clean, the kids were out,
They were with his ex-wife, and some guy named Lout.
"Lout!" Laughed Frank, lit up with a smile,
Something he hadn't done in quite awhile.
He was bored and alone; alone and lonely,
He was crabby and cranky (and perhaps a bit horny).
Yeah, very horny- wait, what was that?
Frank heard a ruckus, a ra-ta-tat-tat.
Something was happening, indeed, something strange,
Something other than the boring day he'd arranged.
Stomping up steps, throwing open the doah,
And then in he flounced- the Guy in the Boa!
"A Guy in a Boa? Never heard of you."
"It's THE Guy in THE Boa, but we can make do."
"Make do- what?! Why are you here?!"
"To have some fun, Frankie my dear ;)"
"How do you know my name?!" Poor Frank shrieked.
"There are some pictures on Twitter you might want to delete."
Frank rolled his eyes, "Well as long as you're here,
Go into the kitchen, get me a beer."
"Well I never!" The Guy gave a gasp,
"I'm not your lowly slave, you ass!"
"You're right," Frank said, his mind all a titter,
"I've just been so lonely, I guess I've turned bitter."
"Well that's why I'm here, to give you some cheer,
Happiness that you wouldn't find in a beer."
And so off they ran, out the door and outside,
They skipped and laughed until Frank fell off the slide.
"Shit!" He yelled, "I've fucked up my knee."
"You idiot," Gerard said, "let me see."
They went inside then, deeming Frank a danger
To both himself and the boa clad stranger.
They ordered some pizza and watched some TV,
Got tired of pizza, they went out for sushi.
They got back home, and Gerard stayed the night,
Fuck off you filthy bastards, be polite,
I'm not writing the details, a lead up not even,
but I will say this: I hate you Emmy Sheran.