He never wanted a common life.
He wanted to be noticed.
He wanted to be different.
He had work done on his face
To make him look like a demon.
He got more attention than he wanted
When he frightened a crazy man
Who saw him one foggy night
On a New York City street
The crazy man thought he was a demon
He yelled, “Get behind me Satan!”
He pulled out a knife and stabbed him
To death to send the demon back to hell.
Bob Boyd