Biography of Secret Agent
I'm so secret I can't even tell you what setting I put my oven on when I bake cookies.
Secret Agent Poems
Water washes over my hand Water slips away like sand Water trickles down a river
I Had The Nerve To Dream
I had the nerve to dream and told my 'supportive' friends They told me I was silly I looked at all of them
The Universe Above
I look at the stars on a cool, still-wind night. I see the moon, it is beautifully bright
Oh woe is me I have to work in a boring, desk-set office
My thoughts are like birds that roam around free Diving in and out of the thoughts I think
Orange and long, hard like a brick Tastes so horrid makes me sick!
Orange and long,
hard like a brick
Tastes so horrid
makes me sick!
Too hard to be sliced,
peeled or halved
Broke my knife
Now I'm starved!