Poem.

He was a superstar, but like any other he was human,

His death has been of a global scale,

We are what we are, and he is what he’s done,

This was the road fate entailed,

He dies a legend to legions of fans,

But I sit in pergatory,  thinking 

A few years ago this man,

Was frowned upon by everybody,

His troubles have now been forgotten,

The liability has been erased,

Before he died he was at the bottom,

But as a star, he has now won the race.

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