The Fly Who Was a Spy
Now I've landed some crappy jobs in the past,
but finally landed a job I'd hope would last,
working as a spy for the C.I.A.,
my first important job
on the wall of the Soviets that day...
Flying around with a little camera,
wearing my little hat,
I saw Putin come towards me with something behind his back,
meeting my demise with a Soviet "SPLAT!"
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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