A Poem to Kevin Bacon

Dear Kevin Bacon
My heart is for the takin'
Words cannot express you
But yet, they equal morning dew
I remember Footloose and all those joys
Where you danced around for all those boys
Man Mr. Bacon you surely suck
I wish you only the best of luck
You're old as turd spice
And you stink on ice
Shit, Kevin Bacon
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