Jul 2018
This one time back in the 80s, when I was young and naive
I used to work for mercs, who called themselves The Hive
Back then I told myself, this was just a phase of life
This was before I had 2 kids, and a beautiful, lovely wife
"When one door closes one opens", was the cliche motto I used
Little did I know it would be a door, that'd get me hella confused
The **** I'm talking about took place in Germany,
often known as the land of ideas
Yet I had no clue where I was,
I had left my map in an IKEA
I remembered a few details, like the name and the location
But it was hard to get around without any mode of transportation
Not knowing the language proved to be a pain in the ****
I was on the verge of giving up, I even sat down to smoke my grass
But by some miracle or the other, I remembered a known landmark
That was right next to the location, so I head out to **** Dorothy Stark
I finally arrived at the warehouse, that was owned by my victim
There was some German carved on the door; probably an age old dictum
I crept in as slow as I could, but the stealth was not required
In the warehouse was only a guard, whom Dorothy had probably hired
He obviously didn't know english, so I just kept hollering her name
He stared at me and scratched his *****; the ****** had no shame
He took his sweet time to reply, but was still of no help
So I shot both his kneecaps, and he let out a huge yelp
He finally let out something meaningful, or so i thought
He was muttering something in German, probably cursing me for the shot
So I pointed the gun at him, and he quaked in fear
"Tell me where Dorothy is, or you'll never have another beer"
He finally said something understandable, and so I took what I got
"The door on the left." He said; so I left, after another resounding shot
I took the door on the left, leaving the silent warehouse behind
What I saw on the other side, was my one great find
I knew she wasn't Dorothy, for she was too young for that
I dropped my gun when she saw me, and lifted my hat
My last assignment was left incomplete, as I'd found my new passion
It was love at first sight; our marriage was old fashioned
Dorothy was killed anyway, obviously by the mercs
They helped me get a new name and a place; my job did have its perks
A few years down the line I finally told her what exactly I was doing before we met
She started laughing so hard, I thought she had lost her ****
In a quick flashback, I heard what the guard had said again
"THE Dorothy left, not the door on the left." This was ******* insane!
"When one door closes, another one does indeed open"
Was something I'd always recite after that day, before saying amen
Apparently in German, they say THE before the name
"I'm glad you opened that door. " She said, "I'm glad you came."
I used to work for mercs, who called themselves The Hive
Back then I told myself, this was just a phase of life
This was before I had 2 kids, and a beautiful, lovely wife
"When one door closes one opens", was the cliche motto I used
Little did I know it would be a door, that'd get me hella confused
The **** I'm talking about took place in Germany,
often known as the land of ideas
Yet I had no clue where I was,
I had left my map in an IKEA
I remembered a few details, like the name and the location
But it was hard to get around without any mode of transportation
Not knowing the language proved to be a pain in the ****
I was on the verge of giving up, I even sat down to smoke my grass
But by some miracle or the other, I remembered a known landmark
That was right next to the location, so I head out to **** Dorothy Stark
I finally arrived at the warehouse, that was owned by my victim
There was some German carved on the door; probably an age old dictum
I crept in as slow as I could, but the stealth was not required
In the warehouse was only a guard, whom Dorothy had probably hired
He obviously didn't know english, so I just kept hollering her name
He stared at me and scratched his *****; the ****** had no shame
He took his sweet time to reply, but was still of no help
So I shot both his kneecaps, and he let out a huge yelp
He finally let out something meaningful, or so i thought
He was muttering something in German, probably cursing me for the shot
So I pointed the gun at him, and he quaked in fear
"Tell me where Dorothy is, or you'll never have another beer"
He finally said something understandable, and so I took what I got
"The door on the left." He said; so I left, after another resounding shot
I took the door on the left, leaving the silent warehouse behind
What I saw on the other side, was my one great find
I knew she wasn't Dorothy, for she was too young for that
I dropped my gun when she saw me, and lifted my hat
My last assignment was left incomplete, as I'd found my new passion
It was love at first sight; our marriage was old fashioned
Dorothy was killed anyway, obviously by the mercs
They helped me get a new name and a place; my job did have its perks
A few years down the line I finally told her what exactly I was doing before we met
She started laughing so hard, I thought she had lost her ****
In a quick flashback, I heard what the guard had said again
"THE Dorothy left, not the door on the left." This was ******* insane!
"When one door closes, another one does indeed open"
Was something I'd always recite after that day, before saying amen
Apparently in German, they say THE before the name
"I'm glad you opened that door. " She said, "I'm glad you came."
