You undisputed King of Pop,
reclusive genius; childhood
extinguished. Yet you were so good
moonwalking your way to the top.
What did you gain, through all your pain?
Money? Thrills? Why didn’t you stop?
You undisputed King of Pop
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This style of poetry is known as an Octain, invented by Luke Prater of http://lukepraterswordsalad.wordpress.comThanks to all my friends at Facial Expressions Poetry Circle for their input into this final version of my octain.