Britney Spears
youth talents
immortal famous
choreography glorious
fans adore worship us
betrayed by lotus eaters
Britney Spears now
she never knew
who she innately was
the body beautiful
with make up right
looks to burn kill
being everything
she is posed to be
except talent incarnate
for gloss image sold
another piece of pie
taste uneaten spoiling
until dark hollow emptiness
swallows her staged soul
sucked in by mirror images
therefore where to look
for sense of self reality
video constructions beyond?
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