Classy.

With his poetry...

Remember the story about Michael Jackson auctioning off a ton of MJ-style stuff from Neverland Ranch? You imagined things like jeweled hats and gloves, strange artwork, and probably a hippo, but I bet you never imagined that he'd be selling off a very disturbing poem about loving children. Well, guess what? Read on for the best poem that you've ever read... on the subject of loving children.

I've added emphasis in a couple places, and would like to direct your attention to the actual tablets the poem is carved on. Ten Commandments-style treatment or creepy gravestone? Your call!

Children of the world, we'll do it
We'll meet on endless shores
Making sandcastles and floating our boats
While people fight and defend their point of view
Forever putting on masks that are new
We'll swing the tide of time and do it.

Children of the world, we'll do it
With song and dance and innocent bliss
And the soft caress of a loving kiss
We'll do it.

While traders trade and haggle their price
And politicians try so hard to be nice
We'll meet on endless shores and floating our boats
We'll do it.

While lawyers argue and doctors treat
Stockbrokers quote the price on meat
While preachers preach and ring the bell
Carpetbaggers with something to sell
We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss
With the soft caress of a loving kiss
We'll do it.
Meeting on endless shores
Making sandcastles and floating our boats
We'll do it.

We'll ride the rainbow, a cloud, a storm
Flying in the wind, we'll change our form
We'll reach the stars, embrace the moon
We'll break the barrier and be there soon

While architects plan their buildings high
And trade unions raise their hue and cry
While boardroom squabbles generate heat
And in secret places dealers meet

We'll sing and dance in innocent bliss
And the soft caress of a loving kiss
We'll do it.

While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle
Endless dilemmas of body and mind
Physicists wander, continue to ponder
Perennial questions of space and time
Archeologists survey, continue to dig
Bygone treasures small and big

Psychologists probe, analyze the tears
Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears

While priests take confessions
In a serious session
And people struggle
In the hustle and bustle
In the noise and din
On the meaning of sin
We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon
Break the barrier, arrive there soon
Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm
Flying in the wind, changing our form

Children of the world, we'll do it
With song and dance and innocent bliss
The soft caress of a loving kiss
We'll do it.

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Comments (1)

Posted By stidhamom (211 days ago)

You people are so silly. You talk about him being perverted when in reality you are the perverse ones. I did not get that at all from this poem. In fact, it made me think of my own children. You are the ones who read this and thought about sex with children. Shame on you for even thinking about that! You judge others, but you don't look at your own faults. When he says "we'll do it". He is not referring to sex. Read the lines before that- We'll touch the stars, embrace the moon Break the barrier, arrive there soon Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm Flying in the wind, changing our form Children of the world, we'll do it He is simply saying that through their innocence, they will reach heaven. How in the world could you think this is about having sex with children? If this poem were written by someone else, you would not have even thought that. He identifies with the innocence of children where as you think of them in a sexual way. Who are you to judge