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THE KING OF IRELAND:
once a pied piper of each in a revelrie
being of gargantuan popularitie now he sits
with stains from thee children which had lured him
into probable sodomie
by proxie
an unforgiving world this shall be
i cry for thee, jackson
these tears shall cleanse
THE KING:
do not despair your majestie!
for my plans never cease to be
i now must cultivate an army
an army of leprechauns from thee!
THE KING OF IRELAND:
but what ambitions and what tomfoolery a plan this could be
how must you convince the Mother Of Nature
to provide you with many a storm
many a rain
many a drizzle
many an interrupting Sun
to allow many a rainbow
for which thy must find all these pots o gold, ye pop king, dare i ask?
THE KING:
begorrah!
i may exist on thee plain of a pauper in these dying aching days
but even a leper, less of that a leprechaun, hath always the gift of luck!
and being blessed with immaculate charm in earlier years, ye
you generous and love of conditional, your majestie of clovers
must not deny the law above all dirt on which we lay, we walk, and we shovel
it is magick, your majestie!
leprechauns will bring you this majick! Me majick!
The world majick!
Commission a park for this army of leprechaun magick at once!
THE KING OF IRELAND:
i am overwhelmed with your charm, pop king. you do never lie.
to my people, nor ever again on this slag of dung!
THE KING:
i shall never!
one month passes...
KING OF THE POPS:
sailing eastward toward old blightey
behold! a stage, a crowd,
I hath been redeemedmany so thought a zombie I would portray
with an army of a young future, so wrong were they
And so surprised as the musick hath been abridged
a lobbing of this coat of mine into a sea of admirers
Mine a tribute to my phalanx of this future of young
so overpowering it could not all be sung!
― gwynywdd dwnyt fyrwr byychydd gww (donut), Thursday, 16 November 2006 17:20 (seventeen years ago) link
four months pass...
two years pass...
ultimate fucked-up child star, move along, nothing to see here, folks
― Dr Morbius, Friday, 26 June 2009 05:27 (fourteen years ago) link
SIR PAUL
A glooming peace o'er Neverland this day.
Peter Pan for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of death of pop;
Biographies rewritten, concerts cancelled.
The Earth song will be sung in far flung lands;
For never was a HIStory of more woe
Than this of Michael and his Billie Jean.
― whatever, Friday, 26 June 2009 05:54 (fourteen years ago) link
three years pass...
http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/that-was-it-the-tragic-tale-of-our-king-michael-jackson/Event?oid=7050531
That Was It: The Tragic Tale of Our King Michael JacksonTongue firmly in cheek, playwright C.J. Tuor borrows the structure of a Greek tragedy (plus a few tricks from Shakespeare and Bertolt Brecht) to tell the King of Pop's life story. Director-choreographer Ali Keirn embellishes Tuor's extremely witty tale -- featuring a chorus that intones lyrics from Jackson hits -- with eccentric dramatic poses, overwrought modern-dance tableaux, and lots of trademark Jackson moves. But what really sells this high-energy comedy is the cast's ability to win laughs even as they lay bare the pathos in Jackson's story. Playing Jackson pre- and post-plastic surgery respectively, Tom Daily and Emily Goldberg are particularly winning. —Jack Helbig
― Trewster Dare (jaymc), Thursday, 9 August 2012 17:26 (eleven years ago) link