Hey, realize that i'm shy like three days. I'll be making them up, hopefully today. Had a rough time in NY the last two days at LaGuardia airport and had no time to write poetry and stuffs.
I'm sorry about the hour
But I'm running out of time
They're tracking my every move
And soon they're gonna find
My location and my contacts
But I still have some hope
That what I'm about to tell you
Won't just seem like a joke
They've bugged our telephones
Our computers too
They know exactly where and when and
Why and how we do
And you're my last hope
You have to see me through
Oh no! that empty look in your eyes.
They already got to you....
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