WHAT MY MUSE WANTS ME TO WRITE

It was a week of passings In Tinsel Town,

First Ed McMahon,

Then Farrah Fawcett

and then the greatest hoopla of all,

Michael Jackson,

Dying of a drug overdose,

With people crying in the streets,

As though the Pope had died.

Next was Billy Mays,

whose name I did not recognize;

His death overshadowed by a pop star,

And then My Little Margie whose real

name was Gale Storm who was a tv star

Back in the 1950s.

Mr. McMahon had a full life

And will be long remembered

As Johnny Carson’s sidekick.

I watched several documentaries

about Farrah Fawcett’s life

and grieved for those who loved her;

She was only sixty-two

and tried so hard to continue living.

I cannot find sympathy in my heart

for the man who mutilated his face

and thought sleeping

with little boys was acceptable,

Even though the outpouring of grief

Took place in South Central last week;

I will grieve for the man

he could have been,

The little boy on stage

with the Jackson Five,

Dancing and singing while

his heart filled with molten lead

it was a week of passing in Tinsel Town.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

July 7, 2009

 

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