The Investigation

The Investigation

Despite his normal rosy complexion
He looked pale, ruddy and flushed
Glass like beads of sweat rolled
Down his forehead, his cheeks
The hot lights were not helping
A humid atmosphere prevailed
He had been sat there for 2 hours
Questioned and pressured hard and fast
Lambasted and blasted in equal measure
The interrogation was relentless
But had not yet degenerated to torture
Treated like a man who was already guilty
Abused, exploited and mistreated
Despite all this his responses consistent
All the deep probing resulted in was
Kind words and a warm smile
His responses made him more suspect
It had been established that he was drug free
No alcohol had passed his lips
So why the sunny disposition

“We have firm evidence of charitable works
Witnesses all say the same thing, they are
Without exception puzzled by your kindness
As am I. We have had many reports from
Various sources that you have been observed
Smiling, being happy, offering kind assistance
Without exacting some sort of repayment. One
Witness has said, and I quote, he helped me
Without being asked, he just did it. Another
Noted that he was in desperate circumstances
With no one else to turn to and you came along
And helped put him in a position where he no
Longer needed help and he was able to stand
On his own two feet. He went on to say that
You asked for nothing in return. I put it to you
That your behaviour and demeanour are abnormal.
I put it to you that under normal circumstances
That it is impossible to be this happy, or this caring
Unless of course you are up to no good.”

He smiled broadly and warmly

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

This just fuelled the fire and ire of the investigator

“What the hell do you mean by that? Are you
Suggesting that I need the help from someone
Like you? People like you make me sick, you make
Me want to vomit up my pasta salad lunch bowl. What
The fuck is wrong with you?”

He smiled broadly and warmly

“Nothing I just wanted to help you.”

“Nothing? It is clear from the evidence that I have
Accumulated there is indeed something very wrong
With you indeed. The word on the streets is that you
Don’t even believe in God. Now I could almost understand
Your behaviour if you were some kind of wishy washy
Christian do-gooder, but you are not. I haven’t found
Anything at the moment to charge you with, but I will.
We will be keeping a close eye on you.”

They both smiled broadly and warmly