The newest stamp was
a watercolor of Cher,
naked except for a
pair of boots and
an autotune device, and
a pantsuit and a
cat on her head.
The cat wasn’t friendly.
In fact, it was
in the act of
licking its fur when
the autotuner startled it,
whereupon it leaped onto
Cher’s scalp, clawing her
with surgical precision, and
making her look younger
than a 2,000 year-old
which she kinda was
when you factor in
the sacrificial virgin rites