When Miley had her photo took
Ms. Liebovitz, she needed hook
From other side of camera’s vue–
So stripped she down, the ingénue.
No Hannah now, with fresh-faced smile
Or Daddy’s girl–does this defile
The Sweetheart, new, of U.S.A.–
Has Disney’s darling gone astray?
In satin, white, of bridal gown,
A bed-mussed sheet, set to slip down
With trailing tress – not ponytail–
The trap is set–the bait, for jail.
In light of Zion, Bountiful –
This child’s nubile, and naked pull
Is out of joint, and upturned now–
Transforms the babe, to cold-cash cow.
Kathleen Mortensen ©2008