Britney has lost it, she has gone insane
So we’ll push cameras at her to add to the pain
She is clearly suffering, at a delicate place
So when she looks out we’ll be in her face
Surrounded by cameras and bright flashing lights
Its ok, no one cares for her rights
And if our attacking pushes her to the brink
She’ll just act more crazy and then just think
OF how much more money we can get for her pic
Our wallets grow the more she gets sick
She may get better, that wouldn’t be too bad
Smiling happy pictures, warm and glad
You may think me vile but I think instead
Of the cash I could make if she ends up dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem