Thursday, June 9, 2016
There once was a popstar named Prince.
He died and we’ve looked ever since
For a will to instruct us how
To divide this massive cash cow.
People looked high, people looked low.
Was there a will? Answer still no.
His sister rushed into the breach
And sought immediate relief.
She asked not for power or money,
But for a familiar trustee
To protect the diamonds and pearls
Until the true facts are unfurled.
So tabloids let’s NOT go crazy
As journalism, that’s lazy.
Go search for lost kids if you must
Or better a will under dust.