The passing of Michael Jackson ends an era. Regardless of what he may or may not have done, the man was an icon especially to my generation as Michael Jackson was the “in” thing while I was growing up.
He was so much an impact on my childhood (keep your jokes to yourself) that I wrote a poem about him… a long time ago. I figured I would just post it and that will be the end of my MJ tribute as you’re probably tired of reading about it.
<3
Me
BE KIND, THIS IS NOT MY BEST EFFORT
Michael Jackson in A Metal Shoe
As a child of nine in the grade that comes fourth
I was a tyrant and an asshole of the highest pedigree.
It was a new era, the dust from our adolescent territorial gang wars
Had finally cleared and Melvin my old rival had been transferred
To another school. So, I pretty much had the run of the place.
An entire playground at my fingertips… and I had my eyes set
On the large metal slide that was in the shape of a shoe.
I had been eying it up for sometime and had previously
Decided that the enclosed space beneath the shoe slide would be
The perfect place to start my secret Michael Jackson fan club.
Is it strange that I found so many willing applicants for a Michael Jackson
Fan club, all between the ages of eight and nine?
Regardless, I was taking this process seriously, only the highest
Qualified would be admitted to my new secret society—that wasn’t
Very much of a secret and more just a society.
Member #1… Jason… the beautiful blue eyed boy who shared my love
Of Michael Jackson… I wanted to seduce him with my fourth grade
Feminine wiles… he would be a member of this splendid society.
Member #2… Doug… the strong and tall boy from down the block… we
Played basketball together sometimes, in my back yard… he would make
A perfect bouncer…I really did mean business… not a member…you don’t get in.
Member #3… Joel… the misguided youth from a broken home being raised by his alcoholic father… he drank mini bottles of Tabasco sauce for fun and he ate
His scabs… he would make a wonderful bodyguard… with Joel at my side,
I COULD RULE THE WORLD.
This was our fellowship… a fellowship of four… we listened to Michael Jackson
Cassette tapes blasting from a portable boom box, beneath the slide that was shaped like a shoe.
And poor Afaf, a sweet girl who’s features reminded me of a mouse… has
stumbled upon our secret society and begged me to let her in. I was
Feeling merciful and kind that day and told her should could join us if she would
Accept the position of club doormat and let us walk on her when we entered or
Exited our secret headquarters. She accepted.
You know after our society disbanded and went our separate ways, Afaf thanked
me for letting her play with us… I really was a tyrant and asshole of the highest
pedigree at the age of nine,In the grade that comes fourth.