As if the Jerry Springer Show's existence weren't proof enough of the concept, witness actual people writing their actual diaries on the world wide web. What possesses people to generate content for commercial companies without any desire for remuneration? Next thing you know, people will voluntarily wear advertising on their shirts, or baseball caps. Or maybe even get a company's logo tattooed on them.

Anyway, for a particularly horrendous display of bad poetry, courtesy of My Dear Diary, please see this entry by a woman who has chosen the nom de keyboarde of The Vixen. Ahem.