She Dwelt Amid a Drug-Sodden Haze

A flash in the paparazsick pan;
Queen of the tabloids, Cable TV
Because she screwed a dirty old man
And made off with his money.
 
Her life was an utter sham:
Insipid, talentless, bizarre;
Nothing she did, worth a damn
And, yet, she was a big star.
 
She lived well-known, and all did know
When Anna Nicole ran out of luck;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
You’re an asshole if you give a fuck!
 




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David Alpaugh’s work has appeared in The Formalist, Hypertexts, and Raintown Review. His essay "The New Math of Poetry," published in February by The Chronicle of Higher Education, has spurred wide discussion on the internet (as have his earlier essays "The Professionalization of Poetry" and "What's Really Wrong with Poetry Book Contests?"). His first collection of poetry, Counterpoint, won the Nicholas Roerich Prize from Story Line Press. His second, Heavy Lifting, appeared in 2007 from Alehouse Press with a preface by Richard Moore.