MY CELEB-BRITNEY STALKER.

MY CELEB-BRITTANY STALKER.
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Britney Spears is stalking me.
She's in my garden shed.
She thinks I've haven't seen her.
She's slightly 'Off her head'
At night I hear her scurrying -
through my litter bin.
Adorned in salivation.
My waste upon her chin.
Occasionally she calls me.
Suggestive comments flow.
Her vicious words leave bruises -
with every verbal blow.
I am no Justin Timberlake.
I'm 'only-just' a man.
I lack a sparkling intellect -
but still she is my fan!
I'm plain and slightly awkward.
A nerd, a geek, a bore.
A mummy's boy, a loser.
A casualty of whore.
A celebrated lunatic,
with pills to pass the day.
A heightened sense of loneliness -
that never goes away.
A seeker of detention,
who's voice is seldom heard.
Addicted to addiction.
'Spears' is the word.
Hit me Brittany baby.
Hit me one more time.
Share my mental anguish.
Give me a neon sign.
One that says 'Forever'
Forever you and me.
Dedicated followers -
of mild insanity.

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