Watching, waiting, wondering.
When will he make his move?
I know he is not to be here
He was sent, a spy perhaps.
He's watching us
Watching us all
And he is waiting
For his time to strike.
Secrecy is his game
And the important documents
That the host of this party
Hides is what he's after.
So, Mr. Man
Tell me, of what agency sent you?
Or are you of free lance?
Not even paid to obtain the knowledge
He is here to foil the plan
The plan for our world domination
He wants to make us think that he
Is merely a guest in our home
But we know better
We have seen too many movies
And we know he is one of them
A man thinks he is hidden
But no matter
Security is tight.
This man shall not won this fight
And the world shall be ours.
Author notes
Summer Time Blossums, Pic #3.
A contest entry
- Picture Options by WarmHeartedGeisha.
425 points, ended May 9, 2007, 13 entries
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Comments
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Excellent
Very provoking and creative write. Good luck in the contest.
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Wonderful write! This is a great imaginative poem. U have a good eye too. Well great write!
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