Rebecca Ryan (October 27 / None of your businesss :))

The King of Pop
Is no longer with us
I wonder how everyone feels
His fans are sad
And his relatives
He slipped away like a banana peel

'Why did this have to happen? '
Is the question and the answer is
'For everything happens for a reason.'
You think, you ponder
You swish it around in your head
And it goes on without ceasing

Without Michael
We will somehow manage
For it isn't the end of the world.
His music, his dance
Will stay within us
And, as well, his soul.

(And his nose?)