Note: Yes, this poem is so not like the usual poems I write.
It still relates me though and it's kinda self-centered, but
I find it funny.

I'm a super super star
I fit in 'em jeans
I'm a sexy sexy star
I mean what I mean

And when I walk around
The boys, they turn to look
I got a sexy body
I'm a beauty to boot

I have my boyfriend in my car
He's behaved, so far
My exe's are all in my truck
And they want me back

My fans are waiting in my school 
They think I'm cool, well
My haters keep on hatin'
They should go to hell

Oh wait, my daddy's calling
Got my N95
I know it's somewhere in here
In my Louis Vuitton

I have to call the plumber
My closet's overflowing
I need my own designer
I'm goin' to a party

See, I'm the sexy of the night
Got 'em designer jeans
I have a plan to do tonight
You know what I mean ;)