The late Michael Jackson
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2021
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