Tonight plays a hand of old lies,
Play, it will under guided spies,
Lips of seal, hands of revenge,
Sweet-bitter taste of espionage,
Tell to little, and get no true gold,
Tell to much, and slit your own throat,
Get all is needed, quite and still,
Blabber no words, of the real made deal,
Ignore the feelings, remember the past,
Work for today, get rich at last.
I wrote this one at work, when I was sleepy and bored.
