Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Anna Nicole Passed Away - Pass It On and On and...

Anna Nicole, you are the talk
Of countless lips flapping your name
Around the globe, around the clock,
On your fifteen minutes of fame.
Some characters have joined your cast,
To keep your show time going on,
However long your gig can last,
Until the public starts to yawn.
You can depend on press and air
To spin you any way they can,
To sell what is and isn't there,
While you're in the attention span.

Anna Nicole, all that be said,
Is feeding on that you be dead.