Look on Jacko's works, ye mighty, and despair

Since Michael Jackson doesn't follow through on anything he promises any more, why shouldn't he promise the most outlandish thing he can think of?

Like a fifty-foot robot Michael Jackson, shooting lasers from its eyes.

The proposal is that he'll pay for this monstrosity to be erected outside Las Vegas -as if anyone who goes to see him play in Vegas is going to be tempted by the thought of a Jackson gig, rather than trying to kill the time gap between running out of cash at the roulette table and the bus to Oregon leaving the next day.

Lets push it further, though, shall we Jacko? Why not make it an animatronic, dancing and coughing flocks of flamingoes from its very mouth?

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away