Spy

I remember the past with fondness Living carefree once was great Being a spy is never easy when in bondage One must know when faced with no escape Poison, sodium pentothal help memory out Fire burns. Acid works better to that end I left my mind at home beside the bed no doubt Days of youth with butterflies cry out in pain Once upon a time there was a code worth knowing If only I could remember it to tell these thugs Next time I will remember it to keep on living These men are not here to make love