A tattered sign reads "Will work for...
bearing it, a man revealing weather worn clothes...
Painful Influence
As the days grow old...
Such a fourtunate atrocity
That I should find myself haunted by...
I've dreamed, but always in vain,
I've loved, but remained fully sain...
The Negative Side
I can't help but to think...
The positive side
There should be rejoicing...
Surrounded by the streets,
Surrounded by no money...
Have wept the whole night,
Have shed the saddest tears of life...
Flashes and bright lights,
Interviews and premiers...
In a game of monopoly, where the vast majority
Are scheming, screaming, b! tching for perfection...
His eyes reveal visions of guilt
Of which we are compelled to obey...
* This poem is about Michael Jackson and my belief...
They make up lies...