Secret Agent Man

      Secret Agent Man

I walked through the crowd trying to blend in.

My eyes moved constantly checking where I’ve been.

Was anyone following or watching too closely?

Just weekend shoppers with kids mostly.

A trained eye can spot a gunman easily.

Most aren’t careful enough. They are moving to seize me.

They only have a general description to follow.

I can appear like anyone. The disguise is hollow.

If stopped & questioned they may see through it.

I have got to pad my edge a bit.

They are looking for a single person.

I must join with another. Curse them.

I go into a busy bar and spot a girl alone.

I buy her a drink & make myself at home.

Fortunately, she seems interested in me.

The conversation is proceeding nicely.

One of the goons came in & made the rounds.

He didn’t give me a second look, I found.

After awhile, to the girls dismay.

I excuse myself & head on my way.

The coast seems clear. I am barely able to catch a train.

I have made good my escape without giving my name.

A secret agent man is always under pressure.

I can’t always look suave and be a slick dresser.

People have died by my hand.

All done in the name of my land.

I never kill if it can be avoided.

Sometimes, the situation says destroy it.

Mostly, it’s obtaining information of one type or another.

Information I wouldn’t even tell my mother.

It’s a matter of national security.

It must be stopped to maintain purity.

Maintain our democratic basic freedom.

Yet, someone has to be the one to seize them.

There is no attachments in this job.

It could mean their life. I’m not talking odd.

They will be used as a tool to get me to talk.

So I must talk the talk and walk the walk.

Many a girl I would love to be with forever.

The chances of that is next to never.

You can’t trust anyone but yourself.

Now that’s really hitting below the belt.

Another day, another secret revealed.

That’s how it is when you’re out in the field.

Someday,——- if I survive.

I will quit while still alive.

Then I’ll retire to a small corner of the world.

With my love and we will be dead to the world.

We will live out our lives in peace unsurpassed.

Provided I can leave behind for good my past.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

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