How nice to be James Bond
Unafraid of heights as he scurries
Up a conveyor belt to fight a violent enemy,
an amorphous anonymous bad guy
Atop a construction crane.
Making a daring jump,
throwing a punch.
How easy, how clear.
Deal with your old mom’s
Craziness, dementia,
A pathetic angry stupid bitch you can no longer
Stand.
Welcome to that, Mr. Bond.
Good luck with it.
Kick that pistol out of the
other guy's hand.
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