Smells Like Britney Spears.

SMELLS LIKE BRITNEY SPEARS.
sneak

I am a hero in the bedroom,
a superstar in my own head.
I am a legend in the making,
I am so hot I should be dead.
My mirror captivates reflections.
I will be my biggest fan,
for I can sing in to this hairbrush -
like no other loser can.
And if I squint a little harder -
I can just about believe -
that I am easily as rugged -
as the star upon the sleeve.
And as the volume reaches 'Danger'
it doesn't matter how I sound,
for in the gaps between the lyrics,
my Nirvana I have found.
I will sell myself as 'Moody'
as I strike a tragic pose.
I will even try to sneer -
as my self-assurance grows.
I will wrap my arms around me -
and pretend that I don't care.
I will run my grubby fingers -
through my insufficient hair.
For I am toxically besotted -
by the person I am not,
though to be a budding icon -
I will need to take a shot.
I will need to die far younger -
than my unassuming peers,
so I am changing my allegence,
and supporting Mrs. Spears.