Secret Agent Poems - Poems about Secret Agent

Secret agent on my mission... Objectives, derived from fission. Some are based upon directive... Others differ in perspective. Their achievement brings fruition. My job takes me many places And I see numerous faces. Allied forces are on my side. My enemies - of which I ride With weapons of cold embraces. Kill or be killed - this, the name Of my secret agent game. Espionage plays its...

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I'd love to drive A DB5 Be slim and nimble Have a 'Q' issued thimble Own a PPK Called Walter some day Raise an eyebrow at death No intake of breath Be attractive to women Wear tight speedos to swim in Have the Maldives as back-up Let the Amex card rack-up Pout on photos when taken Rather martinis were shaken It's a fantasy game As I just stay the same Not...

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Thank You Edward Snowden Our intelligence agencies are fooling us Selling us manipulating us ruling us Lying and cheating in the name of defense Why they Spy civilians? Why they hack and control? What is their goal?? Q. Do you want to live in a society that does these sort of things? Note. HD Apnay officers say bool, Bhalu Shah hai Sain Baglol.. Paidaish...

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I watched it crawl across my desk today, it was sneaky, and teeny, but I saw it. So I followed it, as it progressed steadily away from my eye. And it was completely unafraid of big giant me. I was amazed as I watched it move across a page of paper with printing. A confidential file, but can...

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She was a daring escape artist, secret agent in her own maniacally complicit central intelligence gravitas, gritting darkly ravaged plug-in gray matter weapon of choice - unsystematic wordy tumult seducing unhinged recondite translations...

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Going up and down in an elevator Furiously walking, getting off and climbing through stairs I've got an urgent appointment The higher I go The closer to death Everything around is falling apart There's one window of opportunity To escape the whole ordeal Panicked, sweat rush A new passenger gets on She delays my entry Indefinately......

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Remember that cat named Garfield? You know, that big ole lazy cat? He slept all day, eatin' nothing but lasagna Til he woke up one day fat Well, did you know he was a secret agent? Yep, he worked for the C. I. A See, no one would ever suspect a cat And they just wouldn't try to get away He was a...

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