This is sort of a multi-stanza-ed clerihew...
Recycled Micheal by GWBooher 11/19/2003
Got his start in the Jackson Five Like Donna, he said "I will survive" Their limelight faded.. Bloom left rose.... So Mikey, jaded, fixed his nose.
Fending off the random racist slur He whitened his face to an ethnic blur.. Whittled nose and sharpened chin He danced, a waif.. deviod of kin
The loveliest lady in the land Gave him refuge, took his hand enveloped him in made-up spendor tiill no one could discern his gender
Diana Ross, still tempting lass berated him for acting crass he learned to act discreet, naive.. (I see that 'act' and want to heave....)
Wolves at the door and charges pressed MIkey, no doubt, will be at his best Nose taped on with double-stick He'll accuse his accuser of being a hick
He'll simper on the stand, eyes rolling With Liz and Diana nearby, consoling... vouching for his innocence... He's committed no statutory offense!
Micheal slinks home in disgrace "There's nothing wrong with a loving embrace" I'll never grow up" says Peter Pan... Poor Micheal is more like child than man...
But what man would make such mockery of maleness! What a crockery! What man rejects both race and gender Or go on extravagant spender-benders
Or dangle his child from a balcony... Or gasp and grasp in cacaphony and call it 'music', such sexual dance... and on pubescent boys advance...
IT doesn't take a Socrates to interpret his multi-metamorphases... Poor Micheal never quite found his niche... Perhaps he will in prisn... he's sure to end up somebody's bitch!
~ artemis
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