Michael Jackson
a genius on the stage in lights
with costume on both day and night
did never tell that things weren’t right
a victim of that self fought fight.
but conjured up a brighter life
through songs and dance that hid his strife
from face enhanced so none could tell
each face was worn but worn not well.
and carried round that burden so
to find that most in fact did know
confessed in truth he early fell
to sentence served in Dante’s Hell.
then lived a life of solitude
from press and fans in multitudes
to die at last from overdose
when comeback was so ever close.
a moral to this tale of woe
is be yourself so all may know
that what you get is what you see,
for what you are was meant to be.
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