The Toxic Poster Child Poem by Chuck Toll

Britney once seemed the poster child
For all a whole world she’d beguiled,
So cute and perky in her way,
And innocent as dawn of day.
Count on Brit to dress demurely
And be cooperative, never surly.
Moms and dads to kids would say,
“You could be like her some day! ”

Then came the headlong fall from grace
As Britney shed her Mouseketeer face.
No point in listing the copious follies
She’s found since trading in her dollies;
The booze and drugs and sleazy sex
Have turned once avid fans to ex.
She’s hurtling now to self-destruction
Led by Paris and LiLo’s instruction.

Displaying judgment and maturity
Better suited to a child of three,
Poor Brit, wishing to play the vamp
Instead transformed herself to tramp.
Now all she touches turns to worse;
She's still a poster child, but in reverse.
And worried moms and dads still say,
“You could end up like her some day! ”

If watching Britney cruise aimlessly
Around in search of hot paparazzi
And cold frappacinos leaves you sad,
Her forlorn boys could drive you mad.
If only she could manage to be good
And tend her wee ones as she should!
Another American Idol down the drain,
It makes you wonder whom to blame.