Hastings chases tail
he'd fall in love with a stump
with enough makeup.

Impetuous youth
making foolish promises
a star for his girl.

Not a bad boyfriend
but there's just something missing
her name, for instance.

A letter brings news
danger, unexpected wealth
it's all in the cards.

Four stuck in limbo
waiting for the war to end
new horrors to come.

Stupid soft humans
always walking into traps
he has shows to watch.

That vengeful harlot
tempting godly men to sin
not that it took much.

Little pet robot
loyal, but not a fighter
happy just to help.

Murderbots don't sulk
wanted a ride, not a friend
talking is stressful.

Romance, time travel
all-American car porn
limp dishrag hero.

Disappointing child
quiet, an easy target
conserving his wrath.


Lord Randy, My Son
has the best illustration
they have plans for you.

Hurricane Helen
leaving chaos in her wake
at least she can't vote.


Bumped out by a twitch
the old boss wants his job back
fly, assassin-bot!

A fling, then a flat
leaving poor Tony bereft
bound for the jungle.

Eavesdropping pervert
wasting his gift, and his life
still, I sympathize.

Slow on the uptake
cranks letters, shifty brother
surviving on cigs.

Beholden to none
going home for the last time
buzzards in her wake.

Secretive client
unreliable witness
marital problems.

Flirtatious texting
boring movie, awful sex
no one got murdered.

Meaningless gestures
“we remember the Founders”
in name, not substance.

Try to save the world
hold some nice people hostage
make crazy demands.

A complex lady
sharp as a pin in the ass
feeble when it suits.

Social piranha
feasting on the London set
too fat for her pond.

Virtue won't save you
handsome men can't be trusted
they shoot dogs for fun.