. The tiniest win.   By Ross E F Lombardi. . ...And the nasty unpleasant inner voice behind my own eyes whispers in a spiteful tone, "...what have you done today...?" "Did you help anyone?" "Did you make anyone smile?" "Did you change the world?" "Did you waste yet another day of your stupid worthless existence?" "WHAT HAVE YOU ACHIEVED TODAY ROSS?" . All I can do is shrug and reply, "Socks!" "I achieved socks," . .

. DEBTS By Ross Lombardi AKA Rat Lombot . I am in deep, deep debt. Every night the debt collectors call me They scream and shout “You owe Us” “Only a loser does not pay their debts!” . I did not defend my mother I did not get upset when she was attacked I only cried when one of my own toys was broken I was less than 2 years old . Every night the debt collectors call me They scream and shout “You owe Us Your love” “Only a heartless monster does not pay their debts!” . I did not stand by my friend Stephen I decided to hate him when he realized, he was gay. I was a grotesque homophobe for no reason I was 11 years old. . Every night the debt collectors call me They scream and shout “You owe Us Your empathy” “Only a rat bastard traitor does not pay their debts!” . I was out on the town, full of piss and wind, in a strange city I drank with a random cool bloke called Ricky But I just stood there and let a racist prick beat him bloody. I was 19 years old. . Every night the debt collectors cal...