SEND-OFF

Michael Jackson, dead and gone
In circumstances drastic
A light that all too briefly shone
Is now a corpse of plastic

The world is in a state of shock
We felt as though we knew him
No more the fluid moonwalk
No more the one gloved spin

Black or white, we couldn’t tell
And nor, it seems, could he
Wild rumors he could not dispel
Were with him constantly

His behavior was peculiar
And this oddly wrought recluse
With kids was quite familiar    
(Some said it was abuse)

But now the game is over
He’s headed to the grave
Where this gifted rhythmic rover
Is unlikely to misbehave

The day was truly tragic
When Michael finally beat it
See, his vast bequest of music -
Will never be completed!

Yes, even celebrity hearts must stop
As this death should all evince
Bereft, the glittering stage of pop
Has lost its People’s Prince