I am up again, against
those starched business types.
Catching the way pool-sticks
Bend the pub lights.
Disciplined retinas notice
Glock .44 under suspenders.
Motioning in a beckon,
bespectacled waved five benders.
Pulling my earlobes
down into his whisper.
They say you're a cop
A dirty bread winner.
Never before have I
dripped perspiration.
My contact's at events
So I'm left separated.
Swearing to the Virgin
I denied accusation
I'll pray forgiveness later
Avoiding coronary deprivation.
Author notes
about an undercover assignment
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Intriguing write ...
and I'm not even going to ask what kind of assignment.
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i didnt need to read the authors note to know this was aundercover assignment, you told the story perfectly. good job
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a very tense moment I am sure! I am most impressed. No wasted words, the words chosen for impact. examples "Disciplined retinas" and "bespeckled waved five benders" I am glad you are still around to write about it. If you're still undercover, be careful, and thanks for being out there.
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