Tommy da Gawd (pt 1)

[Just Write]

It seemed to be just another regular day at the office
Taylor clicked in on line one., "Tom, you'll be late for the conference,
Greg's impatient's is monstrous, so you'd better get going
All our asses are on the line so it's best to make a good showing."
Everyone was there and settled in, Kevin, Nathan and Zoey
Sarah, Jason, and Joey, Samantha, even that lazy bitch Chloe
As tom quickly grabbed his suit jacket, he bolted down the stairs to the basement,
took a golf cart down the concrete corridor following a lighting cable, corroding in places.
As the lights flickered, he could see the ceiling sweat, forming condensation
Coulda been from the a/c that hang's one floor up and adjacent..
or the road above, rain would sometimes seep through the pavement.
On this very rare occasion he was more than twenty five minutes late
Tom was on the phone with the court, and of course time started slipping away
You see they were ordered this case pertaining to recent terror attacks
So they'd delve deep beneath the surface where their purpose was a delicate task
The job was simple, catch as many torrorists as they possibly can
And ill be damned if he wasn't the very best at his job
Around the Department Of Defence they called him "Tommy Da Gawd"



...The look on Greg's face was odd, like nothing Tom encountered before
As Greg stood in a plain white room with no fancy or outstanding decore
He was shouting "I demand more from you pathetic, lazy bastards"
this crazy vein would pop out his neck the more rage he gathered
Tom knocked softly as he peaked around the corner of the door
And seen Greg steaming red from his head to the floor
He said "are you testing me tom, where the fuck have you been?
I've been waiting six months on this case you better present me a win."
Tom said "believe me I'm doing the very best that I can
But how do you expect me to do this with no questions in hand,
I have no leads, no intel, plus we've decoded hidden messages
Put aside this petty preducide and lets put together a plan.
Greg was still fuming, with this looming look of aggression
As he threw down this book that seemed to be consuming his essence
in bold print the Title read, "classified information".
Passer-bys at the station could sense the growing hostility
the whole facility grew silent despite the violent situation.
Greg said "you want a better look Tom? I've already booked you a flight."
Less than an hour later Tom packed his suitcase with fright
in his eyes was terror, followed by a tinge of exitement
As a look of enticement perused through his eyelids...