eBobb doesn't like to complain. But the truth is, it gets pretty lonesome being virtual. Which is why eBobb tries to keep busy, to make himself useful through an unwavering dedication to fulfilling your passionate prose and poetry needs, so long ungratified. Oh, eBobb realizes you've tried to handle it yourselves. And he would certainly never think of discouraging a layperson from expressing emotion in her or his own simple, straightforward way. So don't worry about eBobb. Go ahead. Pour your hearts out in primal, unedited monosyllables. And even for the polysyllabic among you: have you ever tried to be your own plumber? Maybe taken a shot at re-wiring the house? Had a go at a little freelance brain surgery? Hey, let's face it: some things are better left to the professionals. So before you settle for au naturel, eBobb has this cautionary tale to tell:

You find them in your heart, the words you seek -
A perfect riff like silver stardust heard
Singing in the velvet fields of night,
Laughing, dancing, giddy in their flight
Until they must be free, each wine-sweet word
Bursting now against your lips. Your cheek
Ablush with passion's ruby tint, you speak.



But - ho! What's this? The one that you adore
Snickers. Ah, alas! Is that a sneer?
A pitying look, guffaw suppressed? A smirk?
Egad! Your loved one thinks that you're a jerk!
Yo, citizens, I think the moral's clear:
When next you make your move and look to score,
Talk to eBobb. That's what eBobb's for.