Forever Sordid Shame
by Robert M. Zoschke
Michael Jackson finally crumbled and gave way underneath the inescapable weight of his forever sordid shame. In New York City his oblivious fans gather in mass outside the Apollo as the Internet shows us his oblivious fans around the world crying as they cradle his CDs. New Millennium ignorant tears for Michael Jackson cascading like a virus cascading like his misannointed fame and misspent fortune. Nobody from his early inner circle nobody from his equally scarred family finding the guts to speak about his forever sordid shame so that tears of truth could flow. The hollow shallow rapture of the lemmings and the perverse gluttony of the CD listening suckerfish fuels the internet blogs and tv news reports until all that remains to be done is for the New York Times to shake its Thesaurus over his death. Except that is not really all that remains in need of really being done. Long after the pop music serenade of Michael Jackson's music fades into silence with the passing of time and the passing of generations an eerier silence will remain. The eerie silence too often common in the inner circle families where children are bludgeoned with dysfunction and abuse. The dysfunction and abuse that scarred Michael Jackson forever trapped him in a noxious cocoon that he could not escape from no matter how many body altering plastic surgeries and skin bleachings. The dysfunction and abuse that left him embodying the all too often sadistically classic symptom of the abused becoming the abuser. Prior to his death the last the world so significantly heard of Michael Jackson was his on the verge of bankruptcy tribulation but the lemmings and the suckerfish never did the math and the internet blogs and what passes for news coverage never acknowledged an honest inquiry into the math. How many of the millions raked in by Michael Jackson's hollow shallow lunacy of fame were paid out to the little boys who started to talk and how many millions were spent on the theme park that ensnared the little boys? Right now in too many soul polluted crevices of this seemingly God Forsaken World Taliban sadists are throwing acid in girls eyes and whipping girls with chains because those girls went to school. Right now in the streets of Iran a morbidly megalomaniac dictator has snipers on his palace rooftops mowing down his own people who want nothing more than freedom from having to dress their women like beekeepers. Right now in the streets of America an abused abuser who couldn't scalpel away or bleach away his forever sordid shame draws the wrong kind of tears.