Agent K. Oss

Agent K. Oss

He slides in through the side door,

His speech reflects such entry.

He tells you what you want to hear,

Until it isn’t quite complementary.

His plan is rudimentary,

Bare bones are quite enough,

He sounds so elementary,

Until he begins to disrupt.

He wears the badges of the ally,

His words seem almost sincere.

Almost always the reply guy,

He says not the truth, but near.

Why does he creep near you?

Is he a part of your clan?

Does he mean to mis-steer you?

What is his purpose; what is the plan?

What is it that he plays off?

What flames does he mean to fan?

His name is Agent K. Oss,

His every position is sham.

He has no convictions,

Only the splitting tongue.

His rhetoric has no restriction,

Until your loyalties are all unstrung.

He slides in through the side door,

Speaking from both sides of his face,

Disrupting the coalition,

Then disappearing with no trace.

On the social media always,

Trolling those perhaps unsure,

Coming at you sideways,

Confront him with fact for the cure.

Cliff Lake 7/9/2023

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