On June the twenty fifth '09
We know that Michael's body died.
I wonder of his spirit though
How much of it was left inside.
Though "King of Pop" to all the world,
A lonely man he seemed to be.
His wealth and fame were obvious.
The emptiness we could not see.
He tried to fill the void inside
With things he bought and carnal thrills;
But when he found these meaningless
He tried to fill the void with pills.
I never worhipped at his feet.
I never sang or danced his songs.
When the official viewing starts
I will not be among the throngs.
Still Michael will join Elvis in
A life view with some simple themes.
They're dead examples of their tries
To fill the void with stardom dreams.