The Terrible Tragedy of Tragic Man

He was born a tragic man
Disastrous Brazilian birth control plan
No surprise he traded lands
He died in England, Tragic Man.

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The blank stare of a passport face
Well, not enough to tell this case!
The tale of our man began
On South American sunburnt land
But born for more than laying bricks
Tragic Man upped sticks
To trade upon his wit and charm
(To set American VCRs)
Brand new USA life beckoned
The Green Card application form
Filled in, until a birdshit storm
With him the target (tragic error)
The FBI cried "Bio-terror!"
And in a second
Nothing beckoned
No US for Tragic Man

Stockport
His last resort
A place to go as money was short
But pre-flight (and if you've seen Home Alone 2
I stole this from there; skip this bit or two)
His serious brow on the numbers above
Runs into a lady - calamitous shove!
Tickets get mixed up, the usual cack
(And if you just left us, we welcome you back)

Stockwell
The London smell
Had to depend on a cousin to dwell
But south London's littered with farcical traps
And Tragic Man's nothing if no good at that
NANA SKIN TUMBLE the papers'd scream
ROLLER SKATE RUMBLE (and such redtop dreams)
Even the Tube got him into a state
They say he once had to leap over the gate
Flustered and panting, not normal at all
Tragic Man sprinted and bounced off the walls
And so it was England, to no revolution,
Where Tragic Man died in a police execution.