it was another long day at The Agency br amidst the clatter br of typewriters & staplers br & telephone chatter br and telephone rings br br it was another papercut cyclone br of meetings & lunches br & memos & cold coffee br & three-hole punches br amongst other things br br he put in long hours for his boss's demands br worked like he'd grown 12 extra hands br br his brow was wet beneath his hat br his tie felt tight around his neck br his fingers felt like swollen bullets br rolling beneath a commuter train wreck br br his useless mouth, his trembling lips br his heavy bullet fingertips... br br yes, it was another long day at The Agency br (long month, long year...) br br another long day at The Agency, br The Agency for life! br br and for all his hard work at The Agency, br he goes home to beat his wifebr br Rev. Dr. A.