Bond Girl

A poem feeding into my Bond Film Mania.

Bond Girl

"You can go with this/or you can go with that"- Fat Boy Slim : Weapon of Choice.

don't try to be my Bond girl

or you'll wind up dead

one way

or

another way

they'll kill you
and i'll find you naked
on a bed

like a mantel ornament
preserved in gold
a perfect museum piece

or

swinging in a hammock
like a barbecued chicken
overcooked

blackened and charred
arm hanging down
one morning on a beach

or

shot through the brain
with a glass of plonk
on your head

by a psychopathic
lunatic cyanide eaten
crazed killer

don't be my Bond girl
it's too dangerous

just be yourself

TonyHamid

4/10/2016