Apparently he failed to make the grade
In courses that taught things he should have known
About the stabbing with the twisted blade
Into the backs of good folk who disown
His lies, and then the needed truth dispense
Only to find their spook wife’s cover blown
By leaks “declassified” that make no sense
Unless interpreted as doubtless signs
Of clumsy ninja bureaucrats too dense
To know that underhanded craft maligns
Its artisans more than the targets tricked
So when the wheel of justice realigns
The gutless garbage gods find themselves licked
By their own tongues from their own trash pile picked
Michael Murry, "The Misfortune Teller," Copyright 2006-2010