Bobby fires off a quick e-mail to Mom while he continues to ponder why his monologue about scones was removed from ff.net for an infraction. More on that later.

For those of you unfamiliar with New York State politicians, Pataki is Governor George Pataki. I hope this doesn't break the rules ffnet has against writing fan fiction about real people.

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to: stopthevoicesinmyhead@carmelridge.com

from: bobbygoren@mcs.com

Dear Mom,

My love life's a source of despair

Could I fix it by dying my hair?

The object of my hunger

Is almost twenty years younger

But I'm afraid either way she won't care.

To drive women wild

Mesmerized and beguiled

I've been told to avoid

Dissin' on Freud -

They're attracted to my "inner child".

I know it's perverse

But Nicole was a curse

What if other women see

What she saw in me?

And you thought my life couldn't get worse!

Sometimes I grow sad

Thinkin' of you and Dad

Loose women! Cheap wine!

At least HE had a good time

Was there fun in the life that YOU had?

Even to me it's confusion -

A puzzling illusion

When I stare into space

And with a pained face

Come straight to a brilliant conclusion!

When Deakins shows haughty derision

And Eames expresses slight indecision

I'm still convinced I know who

Are the perps to pursue

It's like I have mental x-ray vision.

But there's many an occasion

I'll use moral suasion

To make the perp plead

So that I don't need

More violent forms of persuasion.

(Anti-thesis spoiler)

That shoe store attendant

Has become quite dependent

He got hold of my phone

And won't leave me alone

My flirting was just too resplendent.

Mom, you asked about the faxes?

With Pataki's new taxes

Your health costs are soaring

And so while it's deploring

I'm canceling your weekly manicures and waxes.

And finally Bobby informs his mother how he feels about New York City's recently instituted anti-smoking laws that make it illegal to light up in any bar or restaurant in the city.

These new anti-smoking laws

Leave me clenching my jaws

Do you think tongues will wag?

When for a beer and a fag

I transfer to a precinct in Oz?