Another in a series of "occasional" poems inspired by the absurd and sublime creations of the Cult of Celebrity. This time, the press was making hay over the latest meaningless gesture by Pop Tart Britney Spears, whose parents, at her birth, seem to have thought to themselves, "Hmmmm, we don't know how to spell, why don't we spend the rest of our lives whoring out our gorgeous little baby girl!" For anyone who didn't hear about, good for you! And the event in question was a late-night quickie wedding at an all nite Vegas chapel that got annulled 55 hours later. The parties claimed afterwards to ahve been drunk and in the thralls of debauchery, but more than likely this was yet another in the series of publicity stunts that is the real life of Britney Spears. I don't know why I waste my time with this crap. It was fun. Try to imagine the whole fiasco happening in Claymation.

PS: I happen to think the bit about her "replacement parts" is HILARIOUS.