Brad Pitt: A Satirical Poem on Hollywood's 'Golden Boy'

Oh Brad Pitt, the man of our dreams, With a face so perfect, it almost gleams. He's got the charm, the wit, the style, But let us not forget, he's just a pile.

A pile of scandals, a pile of woes, A pile of rumors, that no one knows. From his failed marriages to his substance abuse, Brad Pitt's life is more like a tabloid ruse.

He's been linked to women left and right, But let's be honest, it's just for the sight. For he's a Hollywood star, always in the limelight, And a man like him, with women, it's quite alright.

But what about his acting, you might ask? Well, let's just say, it's hit or miss. From 'Fight Club' to 'Troy', he's had his share, But in some movies, he's just a pretty pair.

His looks may have gotten him far, But let's not forget, he's not a superstar. For every hit movie, there's a flop, And for every Oscar, there's a Razzie prop.

So Brad Pitt, we love you still, But let's not forget, you're just a thrill. A man of fame, of fortune, of style, But in the end, just a pile.