Dead, they’re calling him the King of Pop. In life, he was Jacko Wacko and all sorts of other weird, obscene names attached to a thousand and one scandals.
There’s nothing like death to stop malicious tongues. Nothing like death to bring back the glory of an icon who fell victim of a self-righteous public. Now the same public is singing “Beat It” and “She’s Out Of My Life” once again, and surprisingly, the lyrics are intact in everyone’s mind and not a single note has been forgotten through these years. Now we remember who he really was to us.
Tributes and applause, and shout-outs of “I love you, MJ!” are ringing everywhere.
Too late now, though. They fall dead on the ears that were meant to hear them.
If only we sang them sooner…
Tags: king of pop, michael jackson, tribute
2009/07/02 at 1:17 am
but i wanna be baaaaad….
RIP!