An Ode to the Rich, Famous and Spoiled

I'll admit I don't know much about Brittney, Paris, and
their ilk
But what I do know leaves a taste in my mouth
like spoiled milk
I pick it up, looks sweet and healthy,
so innocent and pure
But take a drink, and now its foul taste
will make you sick for sure
I'll sometimes catch their antics
when I'm watching TV late
Those supposed "hotties" are the types
the boys don't wanna date
Brittney's pregnant once again
by her backup dancer
Whose other baby mammas
swear he's quite the smooth romancer
Now she's doing drugs and partying
Lost custody of her boys
Now her sons don't have any parents
Though they've got plenty of toys
You remember Lindsay Lohan?
The girl who starred in "Parent Trap?"
Now her candy's of the nose kind
No more music sheet, just rap
Paris Hilton could have stayed at home
Or even hired a driver
But instead she got her ass in jail
(Now she's a "survivor.")
Oh, the list goes on and on and on
Their crimes wouldn't matter much
Except these so-called "bad girls" are idolized
By our children and such
They dress and talk and emulate
The bad girls' dumbass ways
And we wonder why society
Has been thrust in such decay
But it's not the rich girls' fault, you see
They're human, just like you
They bathe in Evian, eat caviar
And there's diamonds in their poo.
So when you see a saddened child
Whose favorite star has fell
Console them by saying,
"Now you won't have to deal with the smell."