An ode to the dearly departed Michael Jackson what I wrote.

Years ago we loved your 'fro,
you wore with flares and platforms.
Singing ABC with boyish glee,
a voice just like an angel.

Then you grew up, and carried on,
produced some classic disco.
On Off the Wall, and I recall,
You spent your nights in Frisco.

Much later though, without your fro'
you face made out of plastic.
You owned a chimp, you freaky gimp,
Your songs were still fantastic.

But it went bad, some kids you raped,
but bought them off with cash though.
Sham marriages, then children too,
which you dangled out the window.

So all in all, to summarise,
my thoughts on you, you nutter.
There's no point even trying to,
Cos Jarvis did it better.

Posted By: jafski on June 26th 2009 at 13:33:04

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