But with help
from the team, to me it does seem, that we have excelled at our task
He is caught in a
lie, and his lies do imply, that he’s in this right up to his ears
The SIM card
transfers, from which we infer, being caught was his greatest of fears
From Ho Chi Min
city, to our shores very pretty, he flew in with great expectation
Of financial reward, but instead he was floored, at no sign of his financial salvation
His consignments withheld, and he could not tell, when his booty it might be released
To Bankstown
he traveled, his plan it unraveled, his chance of success it discreased
Constantly changing his number, so as not to encumber, his identity constantly sought
He faced danger for
sure, "Don’t say anymore, if you do you’ll surely get caught"
To avoid
apprehension, his name never mentioned, contact through innocents made
Speaking in code, no trust was bestowed, they continued their faceless charade
Then came his
grave error, he called up the bearer of news that gave him a scare
"You will not be
pleased, your parcels were seized, Custom’s have them in their snare
They’re running
some checks, you should not expect, to ever collect what you sent"
He should not have
inquired, there was smoke, there was fire, and some years in a cell will be
spent
But he could not
be told, they could not withhold, so he called back again to request
A delivery date,
so he could tell his mate, to advise him when they’d been expressed
He posed a new
question, ”Is there unseen congestion? When will my package arrive?"
As he spoke his heart thumped, he was very pumped, of his drugs he would not be deprived
So he flew
interstate, to speak to his mate, but the coppers had him closely in view
When he spoke to
them later, through a translator, he lied that he had not a clue
“I never rang
DHL”, he falsely did tell, “nor FedEx did I call from my phone”
“I flew here
today, in St Albans I stayed, now please, will you let me go home?”
“Not a
snowflake’s in hell, the lies that you tell, we know why you’re here in our
town"
We are not
impressed, you should simply confess, for less time you will later go down
"I don’t know what
you mean, I’m perfectly clean”, he did say in his own native tongue
They put him
under arrest, his things they possessed, the investigation soon it begun
After a year spent
a jail, his body was frail, he was not in the mood for a dance
He sat mute in
the dock, eyes on the clock, probably wishing he was somewhere in France
Tomorrow we
close, and all my team knows, he will not take an oath to deny
If he does I’ll
be stoked, big holes i will poke, with questions that shine light on his lies
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