Michael Jackson was killed in an avalanche yet no fan was told and
Tito sobbed when he found out that Janet had stolen Michael's gold
hidden under queen-toting Oprah's jelly belly lard *** jiggly fat fold
in the hard, frozen-cold dawn, 'neath the blubbery sheath of blubber
that made kin-queer Oprah's jelly belly hard **** bounce like rubber
on the garden path 'tween the 2 pretty shrubs of Roger the Shrubber
that could be made of fir trees if not for a preponderance of lumber,
of the soft-pine variety that make cheap coffins for dirt-nap slumber
with big-thinking worms & where Obama's ***** ain't no cucumber