Go, go, go broken record of a life.

Static buzzing, planes are crashing, sickness and strife.

Skyscraper mirrors, blatant lies.

I wonder if the target sees me through my disguise.

Electric currents surge through my body.

I peek around the corner, see the target in the lobby.

I can see into his pocket: There’s a gun inside.

I get back to the basement in swift, long strides.

Goggles strapped on tightly, rubber gloves snapping.

Television screen: the audience is laughing.

I just scoff, get out a scalpel and prepare to dissect

The human that lies before me.  Too bad it’s not the target.

Blue lips, small hips, high white boots.

“Drop to your knees!”

And he just wails, “Don’t shoot!”

Roll of the eyes, my sunglasses are flashing.

I fire anyway as blades start slashing.

Ninja fight in the night.  Robots, machines,

Laser beams, movies scenes, broken latrine.

The target sees me laughing and I stop with the smiles.

His face melts to fear, trying to calculate the miles

It’s going to take to run, to get himself safe.

But I’m already gone with a wave of my cape.

I disappear into the night and watch from the rooftops

As sirens start blasting.  “I really just hate cops.”

The target is running through the alley without any delay.

He’s so stupid, makes me smile.

I’ll just save him for another day.