Wednesday, May 24, 2006


Britney Spears must be terribly unhappy - she's taken to her bedroom and started writing poetry. Such bloody awful poetry:

No more chains
That you gave me

Enough of pain
Now I'm craving something sweet
So delight
How do you stand sleeping at night?

Silly patterns that we follow
You pull me in
Now I'm being swallowed
By the ones you think you love
They pull you down
You can't see up above

Manipulation is the key
They screw it in
Because you're naive

You come to me now
Why do you bother?
Remember the Bible
The sins of the Father
What you do
You pass down
No wonder why
I lost my crown

You don't see me now
You ask yourself why
My crown is back
And it's way too high
For you to be in my presence
Especially my son
You should bow down
I've only just begun

The guilt you fed me
made me weak.
The voodoo you did
I couldn't speak.

You're awakening
The phone is ringing.
Resurrection of my soul
The fear I'm bringing.

What will you say
and what will you do?
She's not the same person that you used to know.

You trick me once, twice, now it's three
Look who's smiling now
Damn, it's good to be me!

The poem was taken down quite quickly - we like to think that Britney realised by capitalising the 'f' in the 'sins of the father' she was implying that God was sinful, and she felt compelled to delete the blasphemy, but it's more likely that someone pointed out she'd be unlikely to ever claim a songwriting credit if this was taken to be an example of her way with a lyric.

Her poetic insistence that Kevin won't fool her again is slightly undermined by the evidence that when she stood up to him last time, by taking away his brrmn-brrm sports car, not only did she cave in within about twenty-four hours, but she then got knocked up by him again.

What, we find ourselves wondering, is the "fear" that Britney is bringing? Not an album of standards set to a modern beat, we hope.