Celebrity Verses Poetry: Sonnet for Paris Hilton


Sonnet for Paris Hilton

Oh ghost of fame that’s past, known wide for naught,
Proud hotel daughter rich with hollow praise,
You haunt the halls of baseless fame well-bought,
While housewife supplicants their prayers raise,
To sun-bleached tabloid pages ten years old,
Times rich with table dancing cameos,
You are the patron saint whose rise foretold,
Of these our times when fame does not suppose
To tell of talent or of any skill,
When sex on tape is what launches a brand,
Of those plastic beauties who claim they’re rill,
While ever-hungry schadenfreude’s hands,
Grasp tightly round their fifteen minutes fame,
They praise still Paris, concubine of shame.


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