Report a comment Thank you for taking the time to report the following comment to the administrator of this site. Please complete this short form and click the submit button to process your report. Name   E-mail   Reason for reporting comment       Comment in question Posted by SA Dave 04-13-2008 12:14,   ... I was in the mood for writing one day and found myself in a coffee shop staring at an empty page in my notebook, as if often the case. Because the front of the shop was so bright with windows, the back of the shop seemed dark and noisy. Somewhere back there, a baby was screaming blue murder. It was a bit distracting, but I really wasn't giving it a lot of thought. Then, the woman beside me said, "What the hell are they doing, killing babies back there?" That was the trigger from which this poem came to life.   » Report this comment to administrator   »  Go back to the story