i'm tired

of hearing a-
about michael
jackson and his
million dollar
fantasy, sold
out to make
it big in
the place
we lovingly
(while hating it)
call earth.

disperse with the
formalities of ties
and mental images of
what's hot or not.

that slinky thin
socialite was
viewed more
than the
'leader
of the
free
world's'
teevee
interview.

that's just scary
on so many levels.

take your pick.

enough of this.