Ode to the Moonwalker

So, Jacko might leave America… he is no longer popular or admired but he’s still the King of Pop music.

So, I wrote this following so-called ode on a whim. It’s up to you to decide what to make of it…..

MJ has become a ghost of himself but now he can scream that he is not guilty. Is it scary? Bad? Maybe he’s history. Might as well be a stranger in moscow on morphine. Might be a smooth criminal singing PYT and thinking Another part of me. And he says to the tabloid junkie_s, leave me alone. There may be no blood on the dance floor, he may not be dangerous, but he is gone too soon in the closet. Jacko, just remember the time and this time around, come together and beat it to say it doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white, it is just human nature and what people want is a thriller. Just look at the man in the mirror and ask about the way he makes you feel and tell him give in to me. In the end, just keep the faith, keep jam_ming, and smile :)

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2 thoughts on “Ode to the Moonwalker

  1. I think it would be rather better that you leave out such topics from your blog which are not exactly what I call news-worthy. I normally like reading your blog, but this stuff really does not belong here.



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