Far and Away
Britney
Spears has been posting what she calls her "stream of consciousness"
"poems" on her official web page for a while. It’s amusing
that people like Britney, Mariah, Ashanti, Jewel, T Boz and Alanis Morissette refer
to themselves as ‘Artists’ and it’s outright hilarious that they call their
journal entries Poems. Most recently she posted and then removed and
then re-posted this sort of disillusioned sounding piece of crap that could
only be directed at her big mistake of a husband (who, of course, i have
sympathy for, despite my better judgement) complete with biblical reference
(the sin of the father is passed on to the son???? how about his virgin-whore
mother?) It’s sad that Britney keeps letting that poor baby fall, slouch or be
dropped. It’s sad that she looks like the kind of hick a two-dollar truck
stop ho would call trash. It’s sad that she seems more enamoured with both of
her two new mannies that with her chosen spouse, and that said mannies seem to
care more about Sean Preston than K- Fed does. But what is really tragic here,
is that millions of young people will go that god-awful website, see the trite
she’s posted and believe they have read poetry.
Now bearing that in mind, I have some stream of conscious poetry directed at my
boyfriend that I’d like to share with the nine to twelve year old girls of this
world, stuff they will no doubt relate to.
Been gone so long, and all I do is long
our love was so young and lasted all night long
I miss your face baby, I miss your sweet dong
I’m comin for you baby, like that blond in King Kong
Minutes pass like hours, and hours like days
I know you’re only gone so long because this gig pays
but "how can I trust you if I can’t see you?" and I don’t like those
country gays
without you beside me I’m lost in a maze
Like Mary J Blige: I can’t be without you
if we don’t speak soon I don’t know what I’ll do
you promise you love me and that you’re staying true
I feel miserable without you, you say you do too
So when you come home, back to my arms
I hope I’m still familiar with all your old charms
that we’re not just 2 strangers feeling alarmed
and that united our great love is safe from all harms.
I am particularly proud of the blond in king kong rhyme to be honest. Baby, you
are the brightest blond to my King Kong.
Sadly I must admit that I studied, for a time, prose and poetry, though I never
thought myself particularly talented, and this four-verse rhymer is probably
better than anything in the B+ portfolio I submitted to Stephanie Bolster in
2001.
On a completely separate note, I read this story on
bbc.com today and wanted to include a link, because sometimes bikers can be so
sweet. Here it is
