#007
The bond cow
was strutting in the night
the wind,
the bond movies' audio.
The bond cow
alone, with a blue hue
around the bones that
shaped the flesh in between,
in the orange of streetlights
The bond cow
unlike the lazy cows
huddles on sideroads
and mid roads, mud roads,
clean roads, pot-holed roads,
what the hell were you doing
up at that time.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
007,
A mystery it seems,
Bursting through the trees,
A beautiful woman on each arm,
And shaken martini in hand,
Not stirred,
Suave and extra hot showers,
With all the ladies he's pulled at the bar,
Dancing deadly,
With bullets and bombs,
His enemies growing angry,
At his tech and smooth pick up lines,
007,
A mystery no more.
*James Bond,
Reporting for service, ma'am.*
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC