Ode to Justin Bieber

I have Bieber fever.
I constantly blast
“Baby” and
“As Long As You Love Me.”
His suave “swaggie”
makes my cheeks flush.

I can’t help it, his faux leather jackets and
sagging jeans are
irresistable,
and it’s not like his enticing perfume
is helping matters.

When he flicks his hair
and double-points
some haters might
laugh,
but I find it statuesque.

Justin Bieber is
my silver,
my platinum,
my gold.

Statement of Purpose:
During the revision of this poem, I worked on boosting my word choice and eliminating clichès. I also worked on voice.