Mr. Robinson

Everyone needs to have their eyes open to look for Mr. Robinson.  He seems friendly enough, but has been a CIA elite since he was 3.  He passed every test, and was put on my case when I was born.  He knows the characters and the landscape.  Today is his D-day.  His extensive training will prevail and he will win in every event and moment.  Maybe I am here, at Starbucks, to just say that we work as a team, effortlessly.  He is so conscious and I am completely unaware.  The Rubik's Cube is in its most deranged state, and it is time to be superior order in a court of law.  He is a newbie in this land, but that does not mean that he is not powerful and a force to be reckoned with.  Come at him, land and sea, and he will just see me.  He loves the Arabs in my tree, and their power and ability are just what he needed to add to his Apocalyptic tea.  One, two, three, this little tugboat is moving 16 Titanics today.  Fatigue is in my blood, thus I put DARK ROAST coffee in my belly.