To be honest, I am not a very avid poetry reader. I have never really connected with poetry, and have never really been interested in analyzing poems. I have written poems before, but that was agonizing and done only because I was assigned to do so. I can appreciate poets and all the effort that may go into writing a poem, but I just can not muster any interest in what they have to say.

To me, poetry is something that is not written in paragraph form. It doesn't necessarily have to rhyme, nor does it have to make sense. It can be ambiguous, and it doesn't have to have an excess of colorful, descriptive language. I don't even think that poetry has to have any real deep meaning, and can be trivial. I think that the only thing that a poem really needs in order to be considered a poem is that the author must create it with the intentions of writing a poem. The saying that anyone can write poetry is completely true, and I am not sure if anyone can really write good poetry, because I don't have an appreciation for good poetry and couldn't recognize it if I tried.

Britney the Bunny: What a Trainwreck!

Britney the Bunny; a fabulous, decadent celebutante

Britney was a talented little bunny; by a young age, she was going on world tours and making millions; the world was her oyster.

But, alas, it wasn't meant to last. Britney succumbed to the pressure of fame. Amidst the pressure of family members and the media, Britney began to self-destruct. Surrounded by eager back-up dancing bunnies, Britney threw caution to the wind. Britney began to sleep around with Rabbit Kevin, a lazy, schluby wanksta who had an affinity for tall tees and do-rags. Soon before long, Britney found herself pregnant with this loser's baby. Kevin and Britney had a shotgun wedding complete with fried chicken and and bridesmaid thong baskets. Britney the Bunny gave birth to a wonderful bunny spawn, and thirty seconds later found herself pregnant with Rabbit Kevin's second doomed child.

So it would seem that this family would find itself happily ever after, but this was far from true. Suffering from postpartum depression, Britney the Bunny went apeshit. She started to party after hours at Les Deux with her friend Lindsay the Lion and Paris the Pony. Britney the Bunny acquired an obvious cocaine addiction, and soon became the darling of paparazzi fodder. Throwing her children's safety to the wind, Britney began a binge of self indulgent behavior that was both worrisome and fabulous. The world was fixed on her crazy antics. It all came to an outrageous climax, however, when Britney tried to kill herself and her children in an alcohol fueled tryst. The world is watching this bunny's actions, and hopefully they only become more depraved and ridiculous with time.