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A shady poem about any popstar
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This year was big in twists and turns
And some of the biggest messes I've seen
There was no stanbase left without burns
But this is what we have for pop music in 2013
Within each stanza lies a new girl
A main player since the year began
Each stanza dedicated just to her
Figure out each one if you can
We won't ask about your sales, singles, or tour
Legends don't need those things
Your stans still think it's 2004
And it's too sad to pull at those strings
We missed your on and off accent
2013 didn't seem right without her
We're used to an annual event
Where the **** were you in November?
Girl ain't no hope for anything from you
We've already sailed that ship
Just come back in a year or two
With a new album and Alexander McQueen hip
I don't know why, but you have a fan base
Your annoying self makes me want to cry
Is "indie" even the right term for your case?
Bitch you're born for it so just freaking die
Superbowl, H&M, and Pepsi
It got more promo that most could dream
Then this album came to be
See that from every other stan? Steam.
Your peak is better than others' fails
But hey, keep on bragging
You'll never reach them in acclaim or sales
You're kinda not worth dragging
Floppages with albums, singles, and radio this time
Remember back when you could succeed?
A few radio hits and decent club tour in your prime
The female Pitbull fits you, indeed
God damn girl, talk about a total 360
Maybe this time you'll fill an arena
You took wigs from the hip, the goat, and knee
Apologize to others who felt the wrath of Cursetina