Dirty Deeds

Summary: Thoughts of a spy. The user or the used?


Disclaimer: I own nought, so on and so forth.

A/N: Just a little ditty I threw together in the style of Simon Armitage. Entered on Third Floor Corridor forum, simply to win House Points and definitely not one of my best. Bright side? It could be worse.


Anyone here been tossed to their deaths for

a cause? Afterwards had to deaden the

pain for a pause? Left the vile work for

me to do, sets you free. Send me to him

every night, week in week out, laying low,

sitting tight as the spy they think they can

command time and again. That's it. No more

waiting in line: deep breath, a cigarette,

a glass or two of wine, prepared to stop

the show and do the crime. The end.

Rely on my wand and my only friend.

A father to me, the only one I

have ever come to know. Let's start the show

as I scream the deadly curse that I owe

as you all take the usual back seat

in the dark and let me get on with the feat.