It Is A Shame My Binoculars Don't Work At Night
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At the center of Pleasure-Ville.
All things appear to be fine.

Chipmunks scurry arround.
And leaves fall from the trees.

Business people are bustling.
Polite nods to passer-bys.

All is content and fine.
The example of normalcy.

[Chorus]
It's A Shame,
-- Taking Chemistry.

My Binoculars,
-- Get caught in my eye.

Don't Work,
-- With out having lunch.

At Night,
-- Looking at things that glow.
[End Chorus]

Little do we know of the undercurrent.
As we begin, Jorge surveys the area.

His nose twitches at the locale.
A warning sign if ever there was.

His mission :
-- to retrieve the case.

His employer :
-- is unknown.

[Chorus]

Counting minute clothes.
As only a clock knows.

Watching through the trees.
Eating some cheese.

Morning, noon, then night.
Watching the Site.

Spying with advanced gear.
Listening and trying to hear.

Jorge is blind at night.
Not reliying on sight.

Sneaking up close to the hotel.
Smelling at the open window.

Lifting up and looking inside.
He locates the case at bedside.

Pilfering the object with care.
He backflips outside with flair.

[Chorus]

He and his contact meet in a back alley.
He trades the case for punch in the face.

Jorge is betrayed.
The contact flees with the treasured case.

Jorges last mistake is to give chase.
He spots a wagon with a pound on the back.

Octothorpe sees him too, he should have stayed
All that is found days later is his shoes.