A voice so pure, a light so bright,
Bound in shadows, robbed of flight.
She sang of joy, she danced through pain,
Yet freedom’s song was a distant refrain.
Chains not of iron, but of law,
Woven by hands with greed as their draw.
A guardian’s watch, a gilded cage,
Her story etched in a silenced page.
Yet whispers grew, a swelling tide,
Fans united, truth their guide.
“Free Britney!” they cried, with hearts ablaze,
To shatter the dark of those binding days.
Her strength endured, her spirit soared,
Through years of battles, her will restored.
Now the world sees, now the world knows,
Her story blooms, her power grows.
So here’s to Britney, her soul set free,
A beacon of hope, resilient as the sea.
May her days be hers, her dreams her own,
A queen reborn, her crown rethroned.
C’mon MM break the ice.
FUCK OFF!!!
okay okay,
Britney i love you for your sexy toes. When you wear your sandals i go GAGA.
That’s better.
You either marry me Michael Moniz, or i am going to marry a criminal named Paul Soliz.
The tabloids say we have broken up. I WANT a real comment from your Facebook account.
Say U LOVE ME!
I know you put a lot of time and effort into your pedicures Britney. I love U.
Finally a man who NOTICES!!!
I put alot of money and effort into my sexy toes.
But you are the first man who notices.
Also, you are an essential worker at the docks.
Not a criminal like Paul Soliz.
Healthy snacks are coming soon double MM
https://laughvending.com/the-docks/
dried apricots, beef jerky and walnuts.
An Ode to Elegance
Her steps, a rhythm, a dance in flow,
Graceful whispers where her footsteps go.
In every stride, a story told,
Of strength and beauty, fierce and bold.
Her toes, a secret, a subtle art,
A delicate detail, a beating heart.
In heels or bare, they softly play,
A touch of allure in a bold ballet.
Not just beauty, but power they claim,
Each move a spark, igniting her flame.
On stage, in life, they lead the way,
Confident strides, come what may.
An ode to freedom, her journey unfolds,
From head to toe, her spirit molds.
A life reclaimed, her steps declare,
Her path is hers, beyond compare.
On the West Coast Autobahn with Michael
The asphalt hums, a restless song,
Endless lanes where wheels belong.
The engine roars, a beast unchained,
Through fields of steel, freedom gained.
Speed whispers secrets to the soul,
A fleeting glimpse of life made whole.
Wind-tossed hair, horizons wide,
The open road, a daring ride.
No stops, no bounds, the world ahead,
A blur of green, the sunset red.
Each mile a heartbeat, fierce and strong,
On the autobahn, where we belong.
Yet in the rush, a quiet tune,
The stillness of a silver moon.
A journey’s end, a fleeting sigh,
The autobahn beneath the sky.
What is the hold up on the West Coast Autobahn from Vancouver to Los Angeles?
The Germans made theirs a hundred years ago?
Some kind of Rockefeller oil conspiracy? Going slow uses more gasoline huh? What a greedy old bastard!
It seems you have found out my little secret, eh MR. MONIZ?
I am sure God will resurrect me for my good deeds.
I will never get voted off the planet i built!
This isn’t a TV Show called survivor: Planet Earth.