Joe
You seem to have a great number of friends
They are on my payroll Julie
One of them was in trouble recently
Really which one
Martha
What was her crime
She sent a photo of the CEO who was assassinated recently
To her local councillor
It was planning to close a WW2 footbridge over a nearby stream
That is not a crime
I would have been a lot more persuasive
It seems that the chap who designed the bridge
Had been accused of having fascist sympathies
A great number of people had fascist sympathies eighty years ago
The maggot of a councillor who liked to see himself as left wing firebrand
Did not think it was a good thing to have in the town
He tried to blame the flooded meadows
But Martha saw through him
She tried to be polite and use the democratic process
But was was ignored
So she thought that direct action was required
Hence the death threat
The cops have little else to do so she is in trouble
That and wearing the Free Luigi tee shirt around town
Martha has always had style
To make things worse this chap is also a faggot
And has accused Martha of a hate crime
What is a hate crime
Not liking men in power
Who think that anal intercourse is not a sin
Do you think it is a sin
Very much
And how it spreads unwanted diseases
You have many friends Joe
Some are lets say not university educated
They can be a bit rough
Would you have a word with them
And ask them to visit the councillor
To point out the error of his ways
An offer that it cannot refuse
I will send Rag and Bob Tail
The faggot councillor will drop the whole thing
I can promise ewe that
Martha was just researching something for me
I am writing a book about buttercups
But ewe are a poet Joe
Poets write books about buttercups
The bridge will be saved
Life will return to normal
The cops will carry on copping
You are a good man Joe
I am a piece of shit
But I do have a good side
I will,also have a gentle chat with your sister
It is not the first time Joe
Nor will it be the last
Martha is just Martha
She is disgustingly intelligent
But is still in my view
A Child of the Fields