The Rosy State of Russian Intelligence

You are stern, but you yearn.  You guard the bear, and you do care.  I see in your eyes a democracy of intelligence figures.  You secretly hold the key.  On a date, I will not debate, I will get all three.  You are the one who tunnels through, properly, at this time, as I exist on my knees.  People pass by and I see my anonymity disappearing in the wind, and in the night.  Today, I call on Sargent Parker, and ask him for a St. Louis Park arrest.  Maybe you, Russian key, can make that be.  Inside, I feel that you are quirky, funny.  I will be here to laugh for yee.  It is time to just lock down the guilty who have been in charge, even in Germany, for far too long.  Can you see the cloud as a huge poof of magical smoke?  There is something special inside of you.  Maybe it is the genius inside a Western designation of special ed.  The rouge of Russia is in my mind's eye today as I invite you to be here with me publicly, and I will show you privacy.