The Awful Story of Gothic Nathan Head-In-Air

As he slowly trudged to college,
Sent to gain some useful knowledge,
Little Nathan's only rule;
To make himself look 'gothic cool!'
A tortured face he tried to force,
Cheekbones sucked right in of course!
Phrasing; US interrogative,
'That is just so my prerogative?'
His Bedroom, black as spades can be,
A gothic metal fantasy.

Locks dyed black like Bauhaus' singer,
A skull ring on his middle finger,
'Offspring' T-shirt on his back,
Drainpipe jeans ride up his crack!
A leather stetson on his head,
And 'Matrix' coat like treated lead,
But best of all, his boots of plastic,
He thought they made him look fantastic!
With giant heels and pointed toes,
As shiny as a tiger's nose!

Just as he reached the college gate,
Where all the girls were known to wait,
Young Derek dog came Nathan's way,
And said 'Quick, let me have my say!'
'On college steps I did a turd,
I thought I better spread the word,
A bum cigar, a reel petite;
Be careful where you put your feet!'
But Gothic Nate can't hear all that,
He's fiddling with his cowboy hat.

So Derek dog tries one more time,
To warn young Nate about his crime:
'Look out young Nate, I've hanged a rat,
A pavement pastry, long and fat
A massive Eartha; Please beware,
You mustn't put your foot down there!'

Continued: Part 2