Poetry

Friday, 30 January 2026

Provisional license to kill

I'm trying to find an enemy

It's the first time

But I've crossed too many lines

To ever go back

I'm learning to kill

But I don't want to turn black

She gave me a look

With her assassin's eyes

As I was chasing her across

The rooftop of the skies


Now I'm falling back down to earth

She shot me with a bullet from birth

Gave me a birthmark that glows in the dark

And I'm dying in her arms of mirth


They gave me a provisional license to kill

I'm a beginner in this love game

I never knew where to shoot her

And I need to practice my aim


I think I'm caught in her cross hairs

Because I can't remember my name

And when she interrogates me

I'm at a loss there

I say I'm only an agent for hire

I'm only a soldier of fortune

Seeking my fortune and fame


I dropped the document with the names of

All those other double crossing agents

She found it she took my statements

Is it true lies you can tell your torturers?

Is there anywhere left you can hide?

You can't stay dead your whole life

You've got to learn to hunt with a knife


I got a provisional license to kill

But I kept crashing and burning

There was nothing left in the thrill

The only thing I can do is keep learning

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