A short poem about Michael Jackson’s life.

Ugly. Hideous. Bad
This is what his father thought,
It made him very sad,
Dad wrongly taught.
To survive on Plastic,
It turns you to elastic,
“No life ahead!” this is what his father wraught
Beat it  Billie Jean.
Just some of the hits,
but finally came the pits,
An arrogant singer, thats all they said.
But now he’s lying on a bed.
50. Thats all he made.
Just: Ugly. Hideous. Bad

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