03/10/2026
THE LOOSE END
A Rockabye Riddler
by Elvis Alexander Di Fazio
4 October 2026, Victoria, Australia
Rockabye asset, asleep in your bed,
do what you’re told and don’t use your head.
Carry the parcel. Go follow the thread.
Funny how orders leave somebody dead.
Hush little operative, don’t ask why.
Good little assets don’t look too high.
Need to know, darling. That’s how it goes.
You know the finger but never the nose.
One knows the doorway. One knows the car.
One knows the victim. None know who you are.
One does the watching. One cleans the stain.
Everyone’s useful till useful means pain.
They called you an insider. Bless your wee heart.
You weren’t in the circle. You were just a part.
A glove for a hand that remained out of view,
and gloves become rubbish when dirty work’s through.
Snip went the paper. Shred went the file.
Boss kept his pension, his desk and his smile.
Records went missing. Memories blurred.
Funny how silence outranks someone’s word.
But Billy felt special. Billy felt tough.
Billy knew secrets. Billy knew stuff.
Billy did favours because Billy knew
the people upstairs would protect Billy too.
Oh, Billy.
You beautiful di****ad.
The machine doesn’t marry the cog in the wheel.
It uses the cog till the squeaking gets real.
And when little Billy knows far too much,
suddenly Billy is difficult to touch.
So take the long road. Let idiots scoff.
Ask who gave orders and who signs them off.
Ask for the evidence. Ask what is true.
Because “trust us, you’re family” means f**k all to you.
The shortcut looks gorgeous. A succulent spread.
Burger and chips with cold b**r instead.
Fried ice cream after. Why wouldn’t you try it?
Because someone else ordered.
And you’re on the diet.
Rockabye operative, lesson complete:
never sell conscience for something that’s sweet.
The powerful keep what the powerful need.
The badge.
The department.
The files.
And the creed.
You keep your choices.
You keep what you knew.
And when they start tying up loose little ends…
little Billy,
the loose end
is you.
