007 – License to Lie

We’re all idiots next to you, James,
& your Hollywood ways, naive to think they’re British–
Your wit often extricate you and girl from explosions–
Traveling from Russia with Love into a her arms
That squeeze tightly between gasps for air off camera:
Only temporary; never lasting to the next roll of 35 (mm)
T.B.S. is more thankful than the people you save,
Showing your escapades twice a year.
How long will viewers Bond with your sauve-ness,
and your picayune-ness — your lies.