I sat on my bean bag for awhile, then I had to crack a smile,
Moved my bean bag right in front of the dude who stared out through my door;
At this range, the guy was stinking, but then I got to thinking
Could this overwhelming smell be coming through the door—
What had this dark, unholy, ghostly, ninja-like dude at my door
Meant when he spat out “Nevermore”?
Where did the science in sci-fi go? It's back — inTime Pullers