The Agent
I am within, an hypocrisy
And without, I am saboteur
Tasked with ruinous intent
To demolish or determine duality
And strike the greatest fear in men
It is in an element I have trained
One unnatural, degraded, transplanted-
A native son gone wild in obscurity-
Who is an imposter in a strange land
Fighting for queen and country
I will nod and shake and kiss and smile
And parrot functions of commonality
Master and manipulate an ideal tongue
To intrigue and deceive and undermine
All the while on the cusp of demolition
There will be no trace of my transactions
No hints, no slips, no conjured inconsistencies
My path is swept by ghost-white lies
And I have gathered all I need by you
Who has fallen for charisma’s child
