'' I'Ve Been Condemned To Hell ''' - Poem by Bri Mar
Twenty three outings and he's still alive,
What's the secret that makes him thrive?
How the hell does he survive?
Only he can tell.
Bombs and bullets and falls from the sky,
Still they cannot make him die,
Death to him does not apply,
In survival he does excel.
All his enemies throughout the world,
Have ended up with their knickers curled,
Their respective plots he has unfurled,
Doesn't this man do well?
Poisoned drinks and crashes galore,
Laser beams which cut to the core,
His will to live is to the fore,
What's next we can't foretell.
Sharks and subs can't do him in,
Against all odds we know he'll win,
He really does get under our skin,
He has us under his spell.
Space adventures and fearsome foes,
He causes mayhem wherever he goes,
Why he's still alive nobody knows,
But this myth I will dispel.
His female friends his life of leisure,
This man knows how to get his pleasure,
He's looked on as our national treasure,
It's now time to say farewell.
In every outing they've let him live,
Now that is something I won't forgive,
He really is the ultimate spiv,
His invincibility I will now expel.
In every epic at the start,
His captors who are not that smart,
Give him the chance to up and depart,
He then kills the whole cartel.
But now I know the secrets out,
The normal protocols I will flout,
His services you'll now live without,
That will leave a nasty smell.
Throughout the years we've all been conned,
Now the truth has finally dawned,
In the opening scene I killed James Bond,
‘' On His Fate You Must Now Dwell ‘'
Twenty Fourth adventure it can't be true,
I know I gave him what was due,
My mission to kill him I saw it through,
I watched as 007 fell.
Now I've been informed James Bond is back,
Now it's me who's on the rack,
Very soon I'll be under attack,
I'll find him hard to repel.
Oh my God am I in trouble,
I didn't kill Bond it was his double,
In Skyfall he reduced me to rubble,
'' I've Been Condemned To Hell ''
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