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You don’t know my name
and you won’t remember my face.
I was not here.
I do not exist.

 

Trained in slight of hand
to better conceal the caches of
hallucinogenic drugs that
I smuggled in from Mexico,

 

I can manipulate the brainwaves of monkeys
with tightly focused radio beams
and can infiltrate the Russian embassy
with a remote controlled cat.

 

Listen to the sound of my
Svengali voice and relax;
I will leave subliminal messages
in a post-hypnotic command.

Why don’t you pass the time with a game of solitaire?

 

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