Poem #155 of 365

Presently I am not reading the autobiography
of Hilton. Paris, that is. Alas,
"Confessions of an Heiress:
A Tongue-in-Chic Peek Behind the Pose"
will remain at-large inside a chain bookstore

as I spend my days engaging in more intellectually-stimulating activities,
including:

gathering my toenail clippings in equi-distant piles,
watching the ice inside my frozen beer bottle melt,
checking my cat for fleas,
and
trying to figure out what the world is coming to
when Paris can easily publish a book
but Valerie Plame cannot.


(after learning that the CIA is interfering with Plame's attempt to publish her memoir "Fair Game")

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez