Today started out like any other day.

The skies were blue, no signs of grey.

But I turned on the news and what did they say?

Something that proceeded to blow my mind away.



The anchorman said that a man had died.

This man was a rebel, no law to abide.

But after his story I finally cried.

As I began to feel like I was by his side.



This is a story of a man named Bill.

Whose only goal was to obtain a thrill.

No one could stop him, he had free will.

And would not stop until he got his fill.



Bill was a man who spoke of a dream.

He spoke of this with a smile that would gleam.

He then proceeded to tell of his grand scheme.

That inspired us all to join his team.



His idea was simple: to form a new land.

To live by the beach and play in the sand.

Bill looked at us all and extended his hand.

And asked us all if we would make a stand.



We listened to Bill as we began to build.

Nails were hammered and screws were drilled.

And although many trees were unfortunately killed.

Our new land we dreamed of was finally filled.



This new land was complete, but what was it's name?

Bill decided on the nomer the land shall claim.

He sat in thought, and it finally came.

"This town is called Happiness", and nothing was the same.



Bill lead us all with outstanding delight.

Everyone was happy, there was no need to fight.

But the tide came rising one horrible night.

And what it left behind was one horrible sight.



And now I watch with tears in my eyes.

The anchorman reports with tears in his eyes.

"Bill is going to the city in the skies"

Perhaps in this world, was Bill just too wise.