A wacko Jack-o hack-o’ed his way,
Back-o into the media today.
But the way-o that he went about,
Was thick-o than most figured out.
And through his death-o he made fame,
While kiddo’s crying, scream from pain.
This wacko Jack-o is now long gone.
But people willow for his songs.
And even though he slept with kids,
And had a court-o prove all this.
The people sing-o all his songs,
And make him famous, though he’s gone.
And so to you I put to this,
Is Wacko Jack-o really missed?
OR is it that familiar game,
Of lies, deceit-o, stemmed from fame?
What did you think?
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I am a fan of MJ
I can appreciate your view differs from mine and that's fine
BUT there are WAYYYY too many "o" 's in this.
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I'm actually a fan of his music too, just not the man himself. And it's not even that, it's more so the people that cried at his funeral for someone they never knew personally. THAT makes ME laugh. But, I guess you could argue that I can't make these claims against him if I don't personally know him either. Agree to disagree. But the poem, I thought, would sound better if it was written like a kid wrote it. It was supposed to be somewhat humorous. So I guess I accomplished what I set out to do. Thanks for the comment
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