He’s a diplomat, one of ours, providing us with secret information, she’s only a child, he’s foaming all around her, but he’s a diplomat, he’s on our side. you know, provided us with data, would have taken years, she’s replaceable say the C.I.A. war on drugs, name a doctor that oversubscribes, I mean it, just one and I’ll be mightily surprised. Doctor doctor, can’t concentrate, have an exam in a week, it’s my career at stake, take four of these, come see me after a week, if the condition lasts a lifetime, I’m sure we’ll be able to take care of that. War zones, soldiers on edge, have to come up with something, help them deal with all that, Yes Sir, They need to relax general, what you suggest, want them to fight, or give up, fight roars the general with his commanding smile, well we’ll give them a week in Bangkok, plenty of those little girls might help them clear their mind. He’s a diplomat, got inside information, he has his moments, likes his little boys, he’s one of ours, we’ll do all that we can, to help go the full mile. Cheap hotel across the road, and an orphanage as well. Outrageous, you mean they arrested Mr. big, that cocaine importer, furnishes information and girls as well. He’s one of ours, you hear it night and day, we look after our own, the buzz words they use, when the criminals get their way. Paris New York Hong Kong Rome, story is the same, honesty mingles with evil, evil wins out every way. Eating their way through the world, piece by piece, heart after heart, stripping out what’s good, tearing the world apart. Till they came to the tree of life. When they tried to cut it down, free will was thrown out. Gotya smiled God Most High, who waited with the patience of a monk, wondered when they’d get here, sure enough they found out, that God Most High, does not break the rules of man, but acts quickly when the heat is on, and as for trees, they are the life blood of so many creatures, especially the ones rooted in love, adam and eve all over again, this time I’m gonna win. De dum dum dum, de dum dum dee…you haven’t seen the last of me. Peter hurry up with the wine, dinner is served, roasted soul served on a bed of coals, with a little petrol for dessert on the side, whoosh. Seconds available, don’t think your appetite will last that long.