The "Help Britney"-campaign

My contribution;

"Solar flare, startstruck"
By Scaramouche, the po(t)et; not-so-proud, former Britney-fan
Where is the common sense?

I actually remember what it was like
wanting to be like Britney Spears
Knowing the lyrics and singing along
to the hits she can't sing anymore

Cos now
it's all about tattoos
and hairdos
and custody for kids
It's all about stripping
and tripping
and hunting for hunkies

You're such a sad story,
yes you are
Throwing up out through
the window of your car
Parties with Paris, or
maybe that's over
One thing's for sure though,
you're still far from sober

I actually remember how she sounded
when she was 17, in white, and Lucky
Knowing too little perhaps, and foresaw
nothing at all of the wrong stuff to come

Cos now
it's all about bad days
and bald days (!)
and sunglassed disguises
It's all about driving
and striving
and fightings in court

How you're hiding yourself
while exposing too much
Protection from others,
though with no gentle touch
You forget who you are
and you slip once too many
K-fed is fed up, still
you're looking uncanny

I actually remember how she smiled
and shrugged off accusations in a Leno-chair
When will she ever be at ease, and beautiful
is there not enough left to break free again?

Behind your pale mask, lonely bungler,
do you see it coming,
Or was it all gone, long ago?
Is it too late for the butterfly-girl to emerge,
anew and painless,
Can the answers turn yes, end the no?

Cos now
someone must look at her
see through her
through to her
Someone take hold of her
reach out to her
reach for her

**

Someone must care...
if not, how could they face their own eyes in the mirror,
when after, it's all a disaster?
Someone must care...
they can't claim not to see, for we all can observe her, and
we know that young Britney needs help!