THE BALLAD OF BLOODMONEY
There was movement at the mall , for the word had passed around.
A few crims were on the loose and they had to be brought to ground.
Ipod touch's , all manner of electronic goods they stole .
There was no way they were going to stop , cos it payed better than the bloody dole.
The thieves ran through the mall smashing people everywhere.
It looked like the All Blacks versus Australia , they just didn't bloody care.
The constabulary appealed for help , but people looked the other way.
Even the big builder bloke said " Not my problem mate , your on your own today."
But the young kiwi lad called Bloodmoney , he didn't hesitate.
Just like the Anzacs's of old , a mate always helps a mate.
He went after the bastards , running so fast his lungs nearly burst.
Now all his training was paying off , because the crims were fairing worse.
Then there was only two , in a game of cat and mouse.
But the cunning crim gave him the slip by hiding behind a house.
The young lad was a mighty keen hunter , and had never lost his prey.
It was only a matter of time , before he caught this bloke today.
He finally spotted him in some ladies yard , exhausted and head all bowed.
So the lad slapped him in a choke that would have made the Gracies proud.
The crim put up a quite a struggle , that is to be sure .
But Bloodmoney just cinched the choke tighter , man this was going to be a war.
The coppers finally caught up , and said thanks to Bloodmoney.
They cuffed the crim , and said " Now don't you go tryin anything funny "
The folk at the mall still talk to this day.
About the young bloke Bloodmoney , who never let that bastard get away.