A Spy's Tale Poem by Folayemi Akande

You will find me in the club in my tuxedo
With some bunch of lads playing casino
We laugh and drink like strings of suprano
Like James Bond's moment of superhero.

Looked round and clear to see some black Ops guys
Coy to show 'em face so hid rear the vase
Stood far from harm, they know the roof will blaze
Black specked, caps and papers to make disguise.

I was watching as closely as they were
They never saw what's coming so I know
The maths was high, took my heels straight to air
Brace soft leather of agency's Limo

A spy's only true friend are his hunters
Just a wild crazy bunch of life butchers.