Poem 14: Do nothing

We know they are corrupt
Yet we do nothing
We know they steal
Yet we do nothing
We know they molest
Yet we do nothing
We know they kill
Yet we do nothing

They lie
They cheat
And they spit on our faces
Yet we do nothing
What can we do?
We are only the majority of the population
And they are only a few
What can we do?

Chapter 14: D-MOB

It is night. Three riders sit around a camp fire. Their horses are parked nearby, and their bedrolls are spread around the fire. They will reach their destination tomorrow morning.

“And he said ‘modern day politics is the absurdity of old men trying to govern a world they never knew’ so I had my cronies place a banking sanction on him!” David Clegg says smugly.
He is wearing a tailor made dark blue suit with a white shirt. His matching blue hat sits snugly on his large head. His face is pointy. It has dishonest meaty angles. David Clegg has the cruelty of a child.
O-B gibes “I thought you were unable to sanction him because his family gives your family such a large donation every year?”
David Clegg looks glum. His eyes show his injury from O-B’s grievous verbal assault.
“At least I was not caught spying on her!” David Clegg says pointing his finger at Murky.
“Not caught?” Murky questions.
Her question is ignored.
O-B stands up and says “You know David if your dad was not such a high ranking official I would shoot you were you stand.”
O-B is dressed like a gunslinger out for trouble. He is gruff and tough. He wears a well fitting dusty brown ensemble with a low hanging dark black leather holster. His duster is currently on the ground. His pale blue shirt has red frills at the wrists. His hand and the frills hover near his revolver. He has the steely cold eyes of a killer.
David Clegg stands up and onto his tiptoes attempting to look taller than O-B. His platform boots fail to give him the needed height.
David Clegg talks down his nose “Well my daddy is a high ranking elected official! And when he dies I will inherit his job. So you better not threaten me if you know what is good for you.”
O-B flashes his winsome smile as his snaky silver tongue speaks “Of course not. I just want what is best for everyone.”
“Good!” David Clegg huffs as he sits back down folding his arms.
O-B sits back down.
“You were spying on me too David?” Murky asks somewhat flattered.
Her question is ignored.
“You know I like it when you watch me O-B” Murky says as she rubs her hand down her trousers.
She is dressed very conservatively.
O-B turns his back to the fire and to Murky. He grumbles as he takes out a cigar.
“Did I do something?” Murky asks.
Her question is ignored.
O-B quickly turns around. Murky smiles briefly. She sees O-B light the cigar off the fire. She tries to make eye contact with him, but he just turns back around ignoring her.
Murky sighs.
“You know…” O-B says as he turns around to face the fire once more.
Murky smiles. She knows that deep down O-B cares. Or so she thinks, as she quickly realises that O-B is talking to David Clegg.
O-B continues “I could kill him. You may not be able to sanction him, but I can get my boys on him. You still get your donations from his family and we will have one less problem.”
“I suppose you are good at that. You do have a knack for doing that sort of thing with no consequences. But I am afraid that my daddy might find out” David Clegg confesses.
“No! Do not worry about it! It will not be connected to you or me. And even if it comes back on us, just deny everything! It works every time. Trust me!” O-B says with his winsome smile.
“Like how you denied spying on me?” Murky says as she twirls her hair.
Her question is ignored.
“Okay you do what you do best. I guess I will just owe you another favour” David Clegg says.
O-B smiles as he smokes the rest of his cigar. He has David Clegg and Murky where he wants them both.
D-MOB: David Clegg, Murky, O-B, and Little Boy Blair. The D-MOB may be named after David, but O-B knows he holds the real power. He does not consider the other members his partners. They are his puppets ready to dance to whatever tune he plays. His snaky silver tongue and his devilishly handsome winsome smile have got him far in life. And when his tongue and his smile fail he simply resorts to killing. It is his most efficient way to instil fear so that no one crosses him. O-B chuckles to himself as he realises that when he kills Little Boy Blair the name of their group will not have to change. The double barrel nature of his name will take up the slack. O-B does not want to kill Little Boy Blair, but O-B knows a true wolf in sheep’s clothing when he sees one. O-B does not like working with other wolves; he is the alpha wolf. Little Boy Blair has his uses, but when they are finished their business O-B will place several bullets in Little Boy Blair’s back. O-B will deny everything, and if the sheriff of the town tries anything O-B will blame Little Boy Blair’s demise on him. O-B cannot help but smile as he stares up into the night’s sky picturing Little Boy Blair dead in a pool of blood. There will be more profit with him gone. The Banker will be pleased. O-B loves pleasing the Banker, because when the Banker is happy, so is O-B.

After O-B finishes his cigar he lies down to sleep.
Murky wishes O-B “Goodnight!”
He ignores her.
As O-B closes his eyes he can already hear the sound of David Clegg snoring in a high pitched manner through his nose. O-B detests the useless character David Clegg. He knows that if David did not have all those connections he would be as useful as a one legged mule.

…

The next morning O-B woke up just as the sun was rising. David Clegg and Murky were already up. David Clegg was perched next to a big rock eating from his special bag of treats. David Clegg does not enjoy eating common food so he always has one of his servants make him something luxurious for his journeys. His special bag only needs to last until he gets to the town. Then he can eat as he is accustomed to from the wide selection of exotic delicacies that Little Boy Blair has accrued for the law firm. Little Boy Blair made sure to have an ice house installed in the law firm’s cellar as well as a wine cave. The D-MOB often spends the majority of their time enjoying fine wine and dining. Crushing the weak and taking from the poor is just a job on the side.
“O-B! Would you like some breakfast?” Murky asks.
O-B looks over and sees that she is cooking some food over the fire. His stomach rumbles. He knows that David Clegg will not share his special bag of treats. This will be the last Murky meal he will have to endure.
“Yes” O-B reluctantly states as he hold his hand out towards her.
Murky passes him a bowl of food and waits for a thank you. She does not receive it.
Murky plays with her hair as she says “Well then… I will be going to bathe at the pool nearby. You better not spy on me O-B! Those rocks near the pool are too conveniently placed for anyone wishing to be hidden as they engage in their little perversions…”
She grabs her stuff and gets up to head to the nearby pool of water. David Clegg watches O-B to see if he will follow her. O-B continues to eat the bowl of food.
“I had a terrible nightmare last night!” David Clegg says to O-B.
O-B turns and looks at David Clegg. He is uninterested, but David Clegg does not care. He tells him the nightmare anyway. O-B half listens as he wolfs down his bowl of Murky food.
“So there I was in my daddy’s office, but it was my office! I had inherited his job! I was so happy so I played with my dad’s model boat; he never lets me touch it… and then suddenly all these people come into my office and start asking me to do things. At first I thought I was in trouble for touching the boat. So I got up and looked around trying to find my friends. They are normally there because I only ever work with my friends, but I could not find any of them. There were just these people claiming to work there who I had never seen before! I told them they were mad and I kept demanding to know who these people were! They seemed to expect me to do work. I could not escape from them. I tried to leave but they sat me down and forced me to do work. It was horrible!”
After David Clegg finishes his story O-B says “I need to take a shit.”
David Clegg raises his eyebrows as he watches O-B head in the direction of the nearby pool of water. His eyebrows fall and his face turns glum as he realises he has finished off his special bag of treats. He must have gluttonously devoured them while telling O-B the nightmare.
“I am going to fire that servant!” David Clegg blasts.
David Clegg was told that the bag of treats would last him until he got to the town. The servant prepared enough food for two people, but he did not take into account that the rich need to eat more.
“I am not even at the town yet! I will not be there until a few hours! This is an outrage!” David Clegg exclaims out loud to no one.
David Clegg lacks the spine to ever be outraged to someone’s face unless they happen to be poor and therefore worthless. Unfortunately the servant is paid just enough to be above being poor. David Clegg will probably get someone else to fire the servant for him.

Meanwhile Murky is bathing and splashing about. She is pretending to not stare at the rocks which make a perfect vantage point for anyone wishing to spy on her. She uses her peripheral vision to watch the rocks. She knows O-B will come to watch her. He always does.
As she waits for her man to come and watch her, she begins to fantasise. She knows that she has O-B and David Clegg where she wants them. They believe that she is ignorant and in the dark, but she knows all their dirty secrets. She knows that O-B cannot help but spy on her. He has a voyeuristic addiction that he cannot control. O-B may be the alpha wolf but Murky has him on a leash. She plays upon his vulnerabilities. She knows that O-B donates money every month to the small hospital in his home town. Back in his hometown O-B is a nice guy, but it is when he leaves his hometown that he becomes a steely eyed killer. The amount of people O-B has killed is impossible to keep track of, especially because he denies everything. This is what attracts Murky to O-B. He is an efficient killer and a useful tool. David Clegg on the other hand is a wimp who if spoken to sternly will do what he is told. Murky finds his personality annoying, but she keeps him around because he has his uses… or more so connections.
Murky hears some rocks tumbling. O-B has arrived. He is hiding behind the rocks watching her. Murky makes sure to turn her back to give him a better view. She cannot wait until she gets to town. She is planning on killing off Little Boy Blair when they are finished with him. She struggles to control Little Boy Blair. He is too much of a sociopath. It will be easier when he is gone. Murky’s plan is simple. She has heard that Little Boy Blair had made himself a small Garden of Eden in the law firm’s backyard. She plans to bathe in pond. She knows that Little Boy Blair will watch her bathe. His greedy eyes cannot resist such a prize. She simply has to bathe until O-B shows up and finds Little Boy Blair watching her. Murky has already felt the tension between the two. O-B will shoot Little Boy Blair where he stands.

Meanwhile back at the campsite David Clegg is having an imaginary argument. He attempts to put on a gruff voice, but instead comes off whiny like his voice is constantly breaking.
“I hired you for a reason!”
He rubs his meaty chin pretending to listen.
“So I did not hire you, someone else hired you who works for me. It does not matter though. We have not got time for details. Or more so I just do not care for details… apart from one actually. You told me that my bag of treats would last until I got to the town. Did you not?”
He taps his foot, nodding his head, pretending to listen while looking intimidating.
“Excuses! Excuses! You know I was willing to let you stay on and work, but with all these excuses you are giving me I will just have to fire you instead. I am so sorry and hope that you can find work especially since I will unfortunately have to blacklist you” David Clegg says with zero remorse.
“This is not the time for apologies. That time has passed.”
David Clegg suddenly raises his hands above his head.
“You have got a gun? So you think you can take me on?”
He slowly steps back as he lowers his hands, but he trips and stumbles over a rock. Before hitting the ground he manages to regain his composure.
“Let us pretend that that did not happen.”
He waits a few seconds to let the scene recover, before deciding to change it up a bit.
“Okay… so where were we? You come into my office with a gun demanding your job back? Well I have got news for you bucko!”
David Clegg tilts his dark blue hat.
“You are less than garbage to me!” he shouts as he grabs his revolver.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!” he shouts with enthusiasm as he approaches the imaginary dying servant.
“David Clegg always…”

BANG!

David Clegg drops his revolver.

BANG!

He cowers in fear momentarily before realising that it was him who fired the shot. The second shot was the result of him dropping his loaded revolver.
“Looks like I got carried away…” he mumbles to himself.
“What the hell is going on?!” O-B shouts as he arrives back at the camp.
David Clegg takes a few seconds to think. Thinking of ideas is not his speciality. O-B looks slightly out of breath. He ran back to camp.
“I was just doing some target practice. You know just in case we fall into any trouble at the town” David Clegg lies.
O-B walks up to him and grabs him by the collar “Listen you little shit! I do not have time to babysit you! If you pull anything… and I mean anything! I will place a bullet in your back.”
“But my da!” David Clegg attempt to whine but is stopped as O-B smacks him in the face.
“Let that be a warning to you! Dad or no dad. Watch yourself!” O-B warns.
“What is going on?” a half covered Murky demands.
“He says he was doing target practice in case we run into trouble in town” O-B informs her.
“Since when have we ever ran into trouble?” Murky questions.
“Never… we are the trouble!” O-B shouts.
O-B is still high from his spying. He only smacked David Clegg because he interrupted it. O-B does not care if David Clegg accidentally shoots himself.
“I am a grown man! I should be able to do target practice whenever I want…” David Clegg glumly says.
David Clegg knows that he has O-B and Murky exactly where he wants them. They both think that he is useless because he has no skills, but David Clegg knows that having skill is irrelevant when it comes to having power. One day soon he will inherit his dad’s job. Until then he just has to keep making connections to further his political career. David Clegg is planning on showing O-B that he is made of sterner stuff. He is going to kill Little Boy Blair when they have finished business with him. Little Boy Blair overstepped his boundaries when he decided to rig the election to become mayor of the town. There is only room for one mayor of that town and David Clegg wants that job. He knows that he deserves it more. David Clegg is going to coldly shoot Little Boy Blair face to face when O-B is nearby. That way O-B will see him and respect him. He will kill Little Boy Blair and then everyone will love him.

“Grab your stuff! It is time to visit the town” O-B commands.
“Are you looking forward to seeing Little Boy Blair?” David Clegg timidly asks.
“Yeah… I cannot wait” O-B says with a genuine smile.
“That does not sound like the O-B I know. What have you got planned?” Murky asks.
Her question is ignored.
“You always keep me in the dark O-B!” she complains.
“Shut up baby! You know you like being kept in the dark!” O-B says as he slaps her butt.

The D-MOB rides off towards the town.

…

As they approach the town they pass the cemetery. O-B notices that a grave has been dug up. There is an empty coffin next to it with a black cross on it. It does not look like the grave has been dug up by any conventional means. There are no shovel or hand marks. It is almost as if someone has just scooped up the ground.
“Strange…” O-B muses.
As they ride into town all is quiet. The streets and buildings are all empty. O-B is used to this kind of reception. It is the reception he likes best.
“What is that?” Murky asks.
She is referring to something in the distance behind the bone dry well. As they approach the something reveals itself to be a person. The person is wearing a hat that obscures their face. The person stands up and walks around the bone dry.
David Clegg questions for clarification “You mean the man in a dress?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Previously...

Chapter 1

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