Overheard in the Nassau Weekly Verbatim submission inbox
Anonymous email persona: You take a candy and get hard rock erection. This is not miracle. This is just Soft Tabs.
I call you my friend, Mr. Python.
A Poem.
Always a little better than he pretends
And a little worse than he wishes, my friend,
Saying words that should be written down,
Displaying a smile that is often a frown.
As soon as the words strolled
Across the doctor’s lips,
She realized the cold waste -
When Nelson dies,
All two hundred and six
Of my broken bones
Will ache for you.