Spy and Syndicate
A searcher for vital information;
For it penetrating a formation
Anything it’d cost for intimation:
An acting of childish animation…
A neck staked for knowledge one should not have,
If unwitting giver guessed would one starve;
For the body spy works Big Risks to serve:
The hunted knowledge for them to paths carve…
Spy, sure, working for a syndicate,
Duration of mission she’d indicate;
She would waste a spy not rusticate,
If one were caught and would her implicate…
A woman young and charming Better Spy,
To her shifting glances no asked “Big Why?”
Her full-formed breast supplying the true lie,
Host’s eyes hallowing them like Blue Sky…
Spy’s mission over spy no more hovers,
Speedy exit from scene and tracks covers;
Spy is going back to meet true lover:
A heart-break to Host who learns things over...
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