Bob’s collapse.

Blane writes:
What’s up?

Bob writes back:
A poem by Bob Senitram,

Hiroshima cable special,
the baby’s melted on the road,
bombers get the thumbs up,
Americans cheer.

Terror nightmares,
and a weekday beer buzz.
late again,
they don’t know.

Shock the monkey,
slice him, just so,
serve ‘em on a platter,
don’t ask, just eat,

Go team go!
The games finally begin,
keep it in the cupboard,
to hide it from the kids.

Lil’ baby’s lost,
And mom parties on,
baby gurl hits baby gurl 2,
she wants the toy.

McCain’s got energy,
Obama’s got the plan,
Edwards got a crotch kick,
and I got the shaft.

COMING NEXT…Don’t ask, I have no idea what any of that means?

Bob Senitram

Webmaster and editor of I obtained a bachelor's degree in micro-biology around the turn of the century but was quickly tracked down and forced to return it to its rightful owner and pay a $25 fine. *** A fan of science fiction, I started this website in 1999 as a portal for science fiction stories that have never been published. *** Completely devoid of talent, I decided to call on the public to supply content. Shortly afterwards Stephen and I started writing weekly columns and have continued to this day.

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