"Hi! Billy Mays here-!!"
You'd hear that in the morning and wish he would shut up.
You watch what he ads, and thinks that it's mostly useless.
But for some things, they catch your interest to watch,
Although you would hardly buy a thing.
Admit it. You hated him.
The show 'Pitchmen' began early this year.
Him and his friend, Anthony Sullivan teamed up
To show you what it's like to have an invention.
And the stresses and joys to be a pitchman.
Admit it. You were interested.
No amount of OxiClean can wash away the tears...
No amount of Mighty Putty can heal the heart...
No amount of Ultimate Ladders could reach to heaven
And bring him back down.
Admit it. You miss him.















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RIP Billy~
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Icon art by ~Takina-Rainbow.
Great job on this poem
RIP Billy Mays
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