I worked hard to qualify for this
Prestigious internship at MI6.
I expected beautiful women,
High-stakes missions, and fancy cars,
But all they ever ask me
Is make runs to Starbucks.
I drive the same ‘98 Isuzu
Hombre that got me through college.
The exterior is white but for
Rust seeping through the seams.
The dash is cracked where I punched it
The last time it didn’t start, but
The seat is form fitted to my rear.
There are holes in the upholstery,
And I always have to wipe bits of
Orange foam off my pants before
I return to work.
Did I mention they don’t pay me?
At least, the truck gets good mileage.
Though it’s as slow as ever,
They always need me back in a hurry.
They installed a shiny switch on
The steering wheel to activate the
High explosive heat seekers. They
Gave me permission to use them if
The line is too long. 007
Can’t start the day without his Mocha
Frappe Latte. Shaken. Not stirred.