Mikey Way.

Straightened hair, dyed or not,
either way you still look hot.
Upward pointing, or over face,
still you have a certain grace.

Awkward knees, well, not to me,
sexy, you will always be.
Bashful, shy and self aware,
still in your place you're there.

Lost in music, rocking on bass,
concentration on your face.
Before with glasses, now without,
still you make my poor heart shout.

Staying in the background, mostly,
pale enough to seem ghostly.
Dreamily, on fender you play,
forever in my heart you'll stay.

Brilliant bassist that you are,
one of the hottest, yet by far.
Troubles you've defeated in the past,
admiration for that will last.

Shy we know that you truly are,
still much loved, both near and far.
Grateful for your magic touch,
we love you so very much.