R.I.P.

Jacko’s dead
- supposedly
a whole lot of weird
is laid to rest

but you can bet on an
excess of bad-taste epithets
bleeding from fringe
feeding extremes

circling the morgue dressed outrageously
savouring hints of frangible
eat-in-the-cone notoriety
filled with sappy jokes

At least Jacko’s a phenomenon
these plastic jerks justify
themselves as prisoners
of contentious adulation
© 27 June 2009, I. D. Carswell