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Britney Spears

I dreamt about Britney Spears —
old, forgotten star
visiting our savage country.
In front of her
I was dancing
and singing Mickey Mouse falsetto
with my broken voice
imitating Justin Timberlake
and everybody could dig it.
I was the host
of that ridiculous ceremony
celebrating a whore
as the greatest wonder
which may happen here.
Crowds and crowds of laughing people.
Me, the jester,
welcoming the second-rate wonder.