My mother is a sick twisted fiend! We all know that Micheal Jackson is dead, and let's face it, I'm tempted to go out and play Beat It, Thriller, and Bille Jean till the cops come and knock. But she comes to me, as I listen to Bad, saying that she's devasted the man who is only 4 or 5 years younger than her, is dead. And then she says, 'The only thing I can think of is He He!'


...Needless to say she was told that wasn't apporiate at this crucial moment.




I wrote this in my misery...

Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has died, on June 25, 2009. May he always know that he was 'Bad', and his 'Thriller' life was amazing. We know that 'Billie Jean' wasn't his lover, and you know that 'You Are Not Alone' when you listen to him. 'Black or White', 'Jam' or jelly, Michael, we are 'Speechless' because you were 'Gone Too Soon'. That 'Man in the Mirror' won't come back, I can't seem to 'Rock with You', and I can't seem to 'Remember the Time' anymore. Sure it's 'Human Nature', but Michael, we will always be that ' P.Y.T.' and you 'Rock My World'.

-As written by 2kitty, which is also on my Gaia Account 2 Be A Monster
**All words ' ' are song titles by Michael Jackson in the poem.**