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Espionage
Contributed by
screwge
on
Wednesday, 30th July 2008 @ 04:57:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Steps follow like a furtive specter,
Hushed steps and flitting eyes
Begin their enterprise
To hector.
This pace, business-cursory,
A sprint trafficked, droned out, and walked,
A walk that echoes of being stalked,
Is only corporate hurry?
Look behind me -- nothing but a mirage --
I feel the poignant telescope,
And I have falsely hithered hope.
This illicit espionage
Is only the taut, contrite
Air of someone who was there
And never gave a care,
Like the dashing night.
I had wanted gleaming eyes,
Had made a whirring fuss,
Felt somewhat self-conscious
At the prospect of some spies.
But was only disappointed
By the elevator hum,
By the steps fated dumb
Behind the door double-jointed.
Copyright ©
screwge
... [
2008-07-30 04:57:00] (Date/Time posted on
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