The casting

Let’s see if Twemlow’s grasp on life
is tenuous or firm:
just aim between his eyeballs
and then we can confirm.

Ok, that went fairly well,
confirming what I thought:
the scumbag just lay down and died
— of courage not a jought.

Try poisoning him with strychnine
(though the method’s antiquated):
once again the spineless wuss
has just capitulated.

He seems to have no will to live
but yearns for the beyond,
and so it’s clear that Pilbeam
must be the new James Bond.


 

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