Lieutenant Zwigniewski was today arrested.
A foreign snitch had personally brought in the final straw.
The STASI interview which followed had attested,
that Zwig had played both sides too long, and someone saw
how he had spirited the funds across the border.
The Gnomes of Switzerland were still the ones to trust.
They had their banking system in Teutonic order
and don't reveal your money details even if they must.
A STASI officer now took him for a walk
into the bowels of the famous Spandau Prison.
He showed him gadgets just designed to make you sing and talk,
tell all you know and look at problems having just arisen.
And then they stopped outside the room marked ECT.
And very quickly in an overbearing, mellow tone
the officer invited him to have a peek,
and told him that the two of them were now at ease and all alone,
and, would he tell him all he knew about the bloody leak.
Well, Swig declined and dug his heels in for a fight.
He wouldn't break this easy, tell them all he knew.
And that he surely would get through this scary night.
He'd keep his secrets if they beat him black and blue.
So, he was strapped inside the chair for ECT.
The great persuader with the electrodes that wrapped
onto your skull, the lower legs and 'round the knee.
To make you talk you had to sit there and be zapped.
The game had started thought the spy and felt prepared.
He'd tough it out but meanwhile clever Captain STASI,
had bluffed and felt no need to have his captive spared,
he asked him: 'Tell me now, who is Count Esterhazy? '
And then he cranked the handle to the very end.
Blue smoke now rising from the chair and from his hair.
The STASI man said 'Well goodbye, my stupid friend! '
'We are the STASI, don't expect us to be fair.'
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bye-spy/
