The C.I.A.
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They like to peep
And watch
And See
And hide
And scheme
And listen
To me.
Their devices
And cameras
Lie under my skin
Their Spies
And Wiretaps
Can find me
Again
Secrets and plots
And nefarious men
Seeking me out
Wherever they can
Creeping around
Without a sound
Help me, my friend
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