Marvellous, the slither of Michael’s foot steps, Ogle the choreography, One step grows into a terrific skate of hip hop thundering, Now Jackson spins and lands on his toes, Wowwwwwwwwwwwww,
Tears stun me, Hush the nightmare is about to unfold, Royalty pop star suddenly gone, If only – no pills or needles taken, Loyal fans leave tributes and sweet teddy bears,
As he leaned towards me I realised that it was The Fuhrer, "Do you still live at The Berghoff"? I whisper. One tap of his bony finger on my nose and I collapsed into giggles,
Adored by a sinking Fatherland, Drums and thousands of Hitler Youth once lined flower streets, One by one he lost his jewels, Lying outside his bombed bunker,
Half of a poem, As if this flesh never materialised, Is it about saving this messy planet? Kennedy would say something grand, Underneath I agonise that this piece is too bland.