Die Another Day

“Die Another Day” “Your mission, should you so deem it, Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters And bloody well steam it!” “The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives Amorous Nuns-on-the-Run drooling ardent dreams of swimming naked in buckets of Blood Red Roses 69’ers come 96’ers with rapturous missives Requiring decoding – And their artillery compares to none other in this world - Containing the most dangerous pensive locked-up emotions! Written superfluously with more than likely Nootropics, Toadstools (sic) Toad stools and viperous inebriated poisonous frog posing lotions. The place itself dear girl, is infested with Love Potions and Lust boats rocking furiously on Saga-full swelling erotic and Sensual oceans. The place needs fumigating, too many damn birds! They breed lice! Not to mention the droppings Full of ‘sweet nectar’ brings in all the Rats and the mice! You are required to go in there dear Agent Petrova And blow it apart with your Vixenish explosives and coat it In mind numbing black and white Zebra striped run away train words in subterranean doses.” M barked in clipped soft tone staccato and contradictory whisper Eyes like a Hawk watching the shadows while tickling her cactussing hormonal whiskers - A viperish Tongue that could lash and deliver one such hell burning blisters To recalcitrant Frenchmen Stinking Frogs and Germans, dismissive. “This should be fun!” S.A.P. processed the new Dossier nonchalantly, Clicking her sharp stillettos down endless corridor mazes with glee. Dress-ups, disguises, nom de plumes - this thought She, was definitely SHE. Elegant, eloquent, Walk-the-Talk, machine gun ‘em down Special Agent Petrova Very Special S.A.P. Is in town! Not loose, never for free Spray the room with her intoxicating perfume and her Che Guevara Che SHE Pursuing (sic) perusing the mission with loaded quill in her hand She'd stroke and smoke out the big guns Morphing her guises, transfiguring Speaking in tongues Pinning their tales all over her “favourite” walls All agents on the run, what a Fluff Cluster Spree... Captivating Foreign and Homeland Corral only the best Capture them all Arrest and divest Subterfuge forays were her forte This she thought was apt Analysing the Attache She had it down pat. To hell with all Pernod Swilling French Men Run amok and astray… To hell with the Toads in their Dark Green sordid sortie She was on with the mission She’d DIE ANOTHER D. DAY (Lovejoy-Burton/2018) 1. :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWr_1uLjqic 2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S65u5qK6dc 3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDhhdG-nslg 4. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAUOa50wdA "There are some agents who don't end their sentences with a proposition"/Jan Morrow.