They stole your youth,
And they stole your words:
The rockers of Kiiminki
And Oulu
Saw your talent,
And they were envious.
I know your style,
And I know who the thieves are.
The audience doesn't know you:
Your old band mates didn't give you
Any credit.
(The audience is yours, really,
Not theirs.)
With this poem,
I want to tell you about Aadi:
He looked like Kid Rock,
And he was an honest and
A gentle man.
He would've been a great husband and
A great dad,
But he ended up with the wrong gang.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:31 PM UTC
They stole your youth,
And they stole your words:
The rockers of Kiiminki
And Oulu
Saw your talent,
And they were envious.
I know your style,
And I know who the thieves are.
The audience doesn't know you:
Your old band mates didn't give you
Any credit.
(The audience is yours, really,
Not theirs.)
With this poem,
I want to tell you about Aadi:
He looked like Kid Rock,
And he was an honest and
A gentle man.
He would've been a great husband and
A great dad,
But he ended up with the wrong gang.
John's note, May 2026: This poem is about the true father of Paula's son Pete Leonard - I didn't want to delete this.
Paula's note in January: This is a real-life story. Dedicated to Aadi.
