Mrs. Jackson speaks.

MRS. JACKSON SPEAKS.
Sneak

I'm
worried about our Michael.
He keeps telling me he's
bad.
I blame it on the boogie -
and the fact that
he is mad.
His nose is getting smaller!
And he
looks so very pale.
I can only see my grand-kids -
/>if I wear a fuckin' veil!
He says he wants more
children,
as a symbol of his love.
He refuses
human contact,
so he has to wear a glove!
I've
caught him masturbating -
more times than he's had
hits.
He wears just one red marigold -
and stares
at Janet's tits.
Yes I'm worried about our Michael.
/>He thinks he's heaven sent.
I blame that Uri
Geller.
I think his minds been bent.
He says he
wants to moonwalk -
and scream in outer space.
He
wants to fly like Peter Pan.
He wants a brand new
face.
He's off the wall and off his head,
I'm his
Mother, I should know!
Expensive plastic surgery -
/>spawned a nose he cannot blow.

I'm so
worried about our Michael.
He keeps telling me he's
bad.
I blame it on the boogie -
and his
overzealous dad.