Poem-The Spy Guy

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From the files of the crooked stealth patrol!

Submitted: December 13, 2011

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The Spy Guy

 

Sneaking in, sneaking out, that’s what I do

If you’ve got a secret, I’ll be taking it from you

Nothing’s safe, when I’m around

I’ll take your secret stuff, without so much as a sound

I hide in the shadows, I use stealth

Usually, stealing things isn’t good for someone’s health,

but not mine, watch me do hundreds of jumping jacks

while I carry out my secret attack

Yes, I thrive on fear, I live for the danger

Just think of me as a document park ranger,

looking through your stuff to make sure you have a permit

to keep secrets from other companies, and I submit

that I do more than steal your secret documents,

I keep track of where the public’s money went

While it’s true that I only steal for cash,

I am in, I am out, so lightning fast

I’d do this for free; I’m hooked on this

If I’m caught, I’m not above using my fists

to get away, for I’ve got to stay free

Yes, the happy, violent spy guy, that’s me!

 

 

 

 


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