Michael Jackson,
Psycho black son,
He was the King of Pop,
And of his boys love shop.
06.25.09 – 07.10.09
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Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.
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Notes to this poem…
Clerihews are biographical and usually whimsical, showing the subject from an unusual point of view, poking fun at famous people. The subject matter and wording are often humorously contrived in order to achieve a rhyme.
Those were my specifications for writing this poem, and the fact I prefer not to write about people in them till they’re dead, but not always. I had many other versions I rejected from the day Michael died till this one a few weeks later. I don’t know why I held out. It’s not like I cared that much for this poem. But I’m glad I waited till the “psycho black son” line came to me to rhyme with Michael Jackson. That said it all to me… but I needed another two lines to finish the poem format so I took the “unusual point of view” to refer to his ranch and boy molestation charges as King of his “boys’ love shop”… being the accused molester. To be fair, of course, I have to mention he was cleared on all charges once, and settled out of court a second time. I’ll leave it at that.
Minh Tan's Old Poetry 
Goodbye Michael
A star has been plucked from the sky.
The sky is now dimmer.
It happened on June 25th.
A day, we will always remember.
Never again to see Michael’s smile light up the skies.
Never again to see him moonwalk across the stage as his fans cries.
Never again to hear him sing Billie Jean.
To the roaring sound of his fans’ screams.
A brother of the sun has been taken away.
But in our hearts his music will always stay.
Michael Jackson will now dance among the clouds.
And in the heavens, you will still hear him singing loud and proud.
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That is a very beautiful and touching poem, Lamar. Thank you SO much for sharing.
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