Quantum of Solace

It is hard to live a life of crime                                                                 

When you are just in your prime.

Though I've been told

Time and time again that is a job only for the bold

I find myself thinking,

Almost critiquing,

Why do I have to kill so?

The action, the danger,

The meetings of strangers-

Who often end up with a gun to their heads.

A beautiful woman appears always there,

So easy to tame in her underwear.

I am an agent, I'm not going to lie

And though a lot of people do die,

I will do this job for the girls

And catch the bad guys that I've been told

Are no good for this world anymore.

The End

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