You Got A Grant From The Government

Buddy knew Grant

Was a goddamn spy.

Too much foreign accent.

Never got better, why?

Always with that stuttering

But straight through every eye

You’ve killed people with your hands.

Me? You got different plans.

Am I on your side?

Or am I on mine?

Or are we two sides of

The same damn dime?

Maybe quit spyin’.

But am I lyin’?

To myself, because

Spies also need to eat.