A Popped Corn Poem by lalitha iyer

The King of Pops
he flew to the land of hopes;

In this world
pinched by pain and agony untold
his Father of Heavens recalled
his son of magic steps

flooded with money
overflowing genius
miraculous music
which blooded his physic

the ageless albums
recorded for eternal sons

born with the pop gene
tuned to sing and dance

infinite fusions
multiplied passions

tatooed with injections
tormented with rejections
desperate with living urge
pained by childhood
and pinned by children

all the riches he possessed
eating away his skin, bones and senses
drugged with intoxication
drained body
floating without gravitation
focusses missing
weightless the mantle
dignified the core
eternally bore
the legend to
land of endless lores.