Poem: 'DANCE-BAND AT THE EDGE OF INFINITY'

 

DANCE-BAND AT 

THE EDGE OF INFINITY 

I recall how Michael used to come around 

and say ‘Andy, show me some dance moves’ 

and I throw stylish shapes that I later see 

him use when the video debuts on MTV, 

how just once, when I idly scratch my balls 

he goes ‘yeah man, that’s so fine-superfine’ 

in that sweet melodic falsetto of his, 

and despite my protestations he’s there 

crotch-grabbing on that next hit vid of his, 

sometimes I miss that little Jackson guy… 

and I remember how this scruffy little Folkie 

comes pestering ‘Andy, help me write hits’ 

but I’m busy sequencing Little Mix tracks 

and he’s such an obvious no-hoper 

I tell him to sod off, I still feel a tad guilty, 

about whatever happened to that Ed Sheeran…