Michael Jackson on Michael Jackson
In his own eyes, he wrote poems.
Here’s a stanza from one. In a way, he sent a eulogy to himself:
from “Poems by Michael Jackson”
… Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
IS he real? HE is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny? What’s his fate? …

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