She said, 'Hit me baby one more time'
as if it was supposed to make sense
Not that anything makes sense
these days
Everyone seems to be
jumping on Oprah's couch just for the thrill
and grabbing ahold of the Kabbalah bandwagon
like a kilo of cocaine
It's like a twitch we can't control
We all yearn to have the power of the Decider
in our fingertips
that way we can show the world how we lean
(like a cholo)
And maybe if our lip gloss is 'poppin'' enough
it might disguise our bleached blonde hair,
love for money, and scandals in jail.
We might be able to skid through rehab
without any bump or glitch,
least of all anyone even noticing
But with it all going like it is
I'd say 'it's just a little too late'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem (but it needs a bit of proofreading) !