This is the first of two poetry jokes I am about to post.

Princeton professor and Pulitzer Prize-winner Paul Muldoon critiques my favorite pop starlet of the moment, Kesha. In my opinion, he accurately describes the majesty of Kesha's work, the wonderful way she uses word meaning in novel ways to express fresh ideas, and her obvious homage to Yeats.

I feel inspired by her work to create and to continue to create in the face of people not being able to understand the true depths of your work.

Dear Ke$ha,

Two things.

1 - I'm having a hard time typing Ke$ha for some reason, so from here on out it'll just be Kesha.

2 - I liked you better when you were called Uffie. Oh zing! See what I just did there?

Sincerely,

The Black Laser.

PS - I'd like to stop hearing this song everywhere. If you could do something about that and then get back to me, I would appreciate it.