I discovered two masters of lyrical prose on Google today
Britney Spears and Paris Hilton - Two Naked Poets - that's hot you say?
Yes, it's true they're beautiful, but they don't write
Or even type, unless you count texting on their iphone, yes its trite
Their rhymes are made by their swirling,
chaotically gyrating lives which billions find so enduring
There they run, they try so hard to hide
But they fail, how strange -- aren't they lithe?
And then they squeal like a bear in a hive
Who's caught eating honey and then stung in the behind
The camera clicks, and clicks and clicks like a Zippo pyro whore
Stop the poets scream, but the camera pleads - just four more!
The sexy sycophants of fame - oh how they writhe
The life they chose, with glimmer and glitz, it's madness they confide
When the lights go down, and their dresses become rags,
Who will love the Google/Utube/People Magazine Goddesses when their poetically perfect breasts sag?
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