I get lonesome,

Deep state lonesome.

I start thinking about Russian bribes I've been offered.

I start to think of the audio tapes I have,

And just whom I might be able to blackmail.

I've worked for the American Stasi so long,

You'd think by now I would have a good network

Of participants, willing, or otherwise,

I could call on, or order around,

So that I could have what I want

Without having to exchange currency,

Or little pieces of my soul for it--

Alas! Just a chance meeting, here,

In the parking garage with DeepThroat.

-jenn