All those bohemians walking down the street
Singing the bohemian rhapsody and tapping their feet
Dreams of youth and dreams of hope
They’re rushing headlong out of control
Speeding, screeching
the bullets rip to the sound of the beet
sitting alone on teenage nights
listening to radio gag a
you hear a noise from behind the door
is it Killer Queen or just the Invisible Man?
Hold out your hand because friends will be friends, right till the end
It’s not easy no but you’ve got friends you can trust
Galileo Figaro
Fat bottomed girls
Scaramouche
Shaggileo jiggleo
Is this real life
Or is this just fantasy
This poem isn’t making any sense
Somebody help me
