The Bad Poet and the Letter Z

The Bad Poet and the Letter Z

Chapter One - Talent is On

Eyes so tender.
Tears so deep.
Guess I’m just an old fashioned cowgirl who knows how to weep.
Guess you were a superstar in my eyes.
Guess you were a majesty from up high.
Guess you were the one meant for me.
Guest you were a flower in the sky.
Guess you were an angel in disguise.
One of these days I’ll make it.
One of these days I’ll break it.
One of these days I’ll shake it.
And live a dream,.
I dreamed and was sore to the bone. And I crashed threw the skies.

Georgina Noyrb, was a 25 year old short, blonde haired, former hotel maid. She had though something of a talent up her sleeve. She was a poet! But not a very good one. She loved poetry and took down the readings of Siegfried Sassoon, Ruth Pitter, John Milton, Iliad, Andrew Marvell, Virgil, Aeneid, Aleksandr Pushkin, Eugene Onegin, Robert Frost, Edgar Allan Poe, Jean Racine, Jean de la Fontaine, Sir Thomas Wyatt, Du Fu, W. H. Auden, John Dryden, Ignacy Krasicki, Sabir, the banned Elizabeth Bishop, the banned Ezra Pound, Elizabeth Barret Browning, Robert Browning, TS Elliot, William Blake, Thomas Hardy, Leonie Adams, Ben Johnson, WD Snodgrass, D, H Lawrence, Emily Dickinson, Philip Larkin, William Wordsworth, Vernon Watkins, Marianne Moore, Andrew Motion, Kakinomoto no Hitomaro, Matsuo Basho, Alfred Tennyson., Luís de Camões, Alexander Pope, Fernando de Rojas, the banned Adam Mickiewicz, Derek Walcott, WB Yeats, Seamus Heaney, Juvenal, Manuel Maria Barbosa du Bocage, Lewis Carroll, Robert Louis Stevenson, Ogden Nash, X. J. Kennedy, Willard R. Espy, the poet laureate Duffy, Wendy Cope, John Donne, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Antonio Machado. Shelley, Keates, William Langland, John Donne, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Aesop, Vishnu Sarma, Phaedrus, Marie de France, Robert Henryson, Biernat of Lublin, Jean de La Fontaine, Ignacy Krasicki, Félix María de Samaniego, Tomás de Iriarte, Virginia Wolf, Ivan Krylov Ambrose Bierce, Nina Nanana, Octavio Paz, Giannina Braschi, Rabbie Burns, Dante, Goethe, Mickiewicz, Rumi, William Shakespeare, Dylan Thomas, Frederico Garcia Lorca, Virgil, and Homer.
Her favourite poet was Nina Nanana. She loved Eminem too, and saw him as a poet of rap.
She had studied poetry in amateur form, from the romantics, modernist poets, Greek poetry, allegorical stories, hokku, tanka, Arabic poetry, Hebrew poetry, surrealists, odes, ghazal, prosody, venpa, epic poetry, lyric poetry, dramatic poetry, classical Chinese poetry, the Sumerian Epic of Gilgamesh, and the use of ambiguity, irony, symbolism, rhyme, prose, simile, metaphor, and metonymy.
She liked nothing more than writing a poem on any subject. But she had no poetry fans, and her friends, and enemies saw her as a poetaster, in the mould of William McGonagall, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings, and the Vogons.

On this day, a Tuesday night, Georgina was here to perform on the Valgtar city TV station talent show on cable TV at the famous and rowdy Bygroeg Tavern. The talent show was entitled, ‘From Bygroeg to the Stars’.
Georgina did not know what she had let herself in for. She followed a comedian called Rowan Watts, who had performed numerous jokes. His best joke was, ‘I had a phone call from my friend Boomer in Australia. Boomer rang. He said he’d get right back to me.’
Watts carried out numerous amusing jokes, after a 30 minute stand up comedy performance that was greeted with amusement, and joy.
The compere, was called Tom Boyle, and came on to give a few jokes before the next performance. He promptly proceeded to make countless racist, sexist, pro bullying jokes even jokes about child abuse. Nothing it seemed was off limits. He broke every conceivable taboo.
There were people of all ages above adulthood in the audience, but they did not mind the jokes, and laughed and nodded approvingly.
The comedian was not doing the jokes ironically, he meant them and that made the comedy offensive, and nasty.
Tom then introduced Georgina rudely and with sexism, giving her five marks out of ten for looks.
Georgina walked on, and changing the entire tone of the night decided to pretentiously read out some of the poems she had come up with, ‘I call this poem, the truth. The truth is a powerful weapon.
The lies cover for true feeling.
Underneath the falsehood of hate.
I ride to the valley of fate.
Seeking what I always yearned.
But there my love is burned.’

The audience were bored out of their brains.

Georgina always expected people to be amazed by her poetry, so looked flummoxed, then she read out another poem of hers,
Georgina started, ‘I know your love.
And there is only one place left to go.
That is inside your soul.
Inside your soul.
People think you’re a one trick pony.
I know really you’re pretty super.
Love is not just an emotion.
It is also what we are.
Living side by side with hatred.
Defining who and what we are.
Love is not just what we do.
Love is also an emotion.
Bringing joy to young and old.
This is what it feels like to be alive.
This is what it feels like to be alive.
Heart beatin’.
Blood pumpin‘.
Brain thinking.
This is what it feels like to be alive.
I feel your love in my deepest emotion.
This is what it feels like to be alive.
I want you to never cry again.
Uphold all I want.
I leave my heart in an open place.
To feel the wind upon my face.
It feels better that way.
Only problem is it might blow away.
I was once an actor.
But all the characters I played, are dead.’

By now the crowd were getting restless and some people were beginning to heckle her.
Georgina decided to express her poem about bed, ‘Bed is where I live.
Where dreams exist.
Where love is made.
Where my brain defrazzles.
And my joy is born.
Where I was born.
Where I will die.
Where I spend the most of my life.
Recover from illness.
And learn of dreams to cure.’

Georgina decided to use one of her best poems. Georgina began, ‘OK this poem is called the Hangman’s coin. It is told from the perspective of a falsely charged man who has been sentenced to hang, and his final words on the night of his death, Now I begin,’

Georgina began, ‘Oh for the hangman’s coin.
Oh for the hangman’s coin.
I will carry thee to my dying days.
Deep in my heart and my soul.
For this vagabonds final moment.
Must avoid torture.
For the price of a hangman’s coin.
I sold my soul, and .I sold my heart.
For the price of a hangman’s coin.
Oh for the axe man’s coin.
I lost my heart, and sold my soul for the price of a axe man’s coin.’
A dark haired man in the audience shouted out, ‘What is the poem about?’
Georgina replied, ‘It is about a man selling his soul for the price of a coin to pay his hangman not to chop his head off painfully, but to chop it off clean and straight.

The dark haired man roared in laughter, and spoke up, ‘What a load of nonsense.’

Georgina started to shake in fear, then tried one more attempt at poetry, ‘Many years have passed since I saw you last.
Beneath the blue lit sky.
And I wonder when
I’ll see you again.
Beneath the blue lit sky.
I remember when the sun shined gold in the sky.
I remember when the moon glistened up high.
I remember when clouds blew high above.
And winters cold rapped round my heart like a glove. ’

The compere was picking up a cane and pointing it to Georgina. The crowd were shouting, ‘Off, off, off.’
Georgina was terrified, ‘Look you allowed a racist, bullying, and a sexist series of jokes, you allowed jokes about child abuse. Why can’t I be allowed on stage?’

A fat blonde short woman in the audience shouted, ‘That’s because they were all funny. You broke the cardinal rule of entertainment. You weren’t entertaining. You were like a common dog as a star attraction in a soo, or a sebra with no black and white stripes.’

Georgina was furious, ‘How dare you. I should be allowed my five minutes of fame.’

The compere shouted out in mirth, ‘You will when the public vote for who was the worst act.’

Georgina expressed the humiliation in her face, she would be mocked a failure, a fail. She looked at the crowd who smirked at her in superior tones.
There was only one thing for her to do. The last thing anyone would ever do in the whole world.

Georgina said the one thing that this land of almost no taboos could stomach.
Georgina almost crying said the one thing that people in the land could not stand. She turned to the audience and screamed, the letter Z, ‘Zzzzzzzzz.’
The audience gasped, in one, at this terrible remark.
The compere clutched his heart and fell to his knees. But no one went to his rescue, they were all so shocked by this horrifying remark.
The fat blonde short woman in the audience had a cerebral vein explode, and collapsed off her chair.
People including grown men started crying in anger, and trauma. For two minutes Georgina promptly listed all she had learnt about the letter Z. To the sound of wailing, and screaming, from grown men and women in fury at this terrible taboo being broken.
Georgina spoke up, ‘So the one taboo we have is not being able to say the letter Z. Well I don’t care I’m going to say it. Some of my favourite poets have the letter Z in their name, and have been banned for that reason. Let me tell you all I know about the letter Z.’
A man who had laughed at pro bullying, and rape jokes stood up and started head butting the wall in sheer frustration at this taboo being broken, screaming his head off loudly.
Georgina spoke up, ‘There have been many channels on radio stations with the name Channel Z from New Zealand, to Columbus Ohio. The B-52s had a song called Channel Z.’
A tall skinhead in the audience shouted, ‘Don’t say the letter. Don’t say that letter And that country is called New Sealand now. Not.’
Georgina interrupted gaining confidence, ‘What New Zealand, the home of the All Blacks the World Cup dominating team. It’s called New Zealand. That is ZZZZZZZZZZZealand.
The skinhead somersaulted in the air through a glass table to attempt to kill himself, in sheer horror at this use of the letter Z.

A red haired girl of nineteen shouted out, ‘There could be kids watching this show. What do you think of the bad example you are setting them?’
Georgina quickly responded, ‘If children understand what the letter z meant then their parents have already failed under your own definition.’
Georgina continued, ‘Here are some more facts about Z. Z movies are the lowest quality movie that can be made. Even poorer quality than B Movies.’
Georgina added, ‘In most English-speaking countries, including England, Scotland, Wales, Canada, Ireland, Australia and finally New Zealand, the letter's name is pronounced zed, as it is derived from the Greek letter zeta.’
Georgina continued, ‘The Greeks copied this letter from the Phoenician letter zen. In olden times the English alphabet did not end in the Ampersand.’
The crowd were still shouting abuse at Georgina for this taboo breaking and ambulance men arrived with police for this taboo. A crowd had already gathered outside the pub in fury at this final taboo being broken.
Georgina ranted, ‘In the olden days the sound of snoring was represented by the letter Z.’
A policeman Inspector Halo spoke through a loud speaker to the pub, not daring to go in and hear the letter Z.
Halo had special training in hostage negotiation, ‘Georgina Noyrb, we demand you stop this use of this prohibited letter. The audience and TV viewers have done no harm to you. Stop the use of this letter or else we will be forced to use lethal force.’
The skinhead with blood pouring from his ears in sheer horror at the use of the letter z screamed, ‘Anything. I can cope with people supporting cannibalism, school bullying, child abuse, incest, patricide, and murder, but not the letter Z.’
The skinhead screamed in sorrow, ’I’ve said it I’ve said the letter Z.’
The police ran in and hearing the skinhead say the letter Z shot him stone dead in the head.’
The marksman commented, ‘We have a shoot to kill policy for anyone who says the letter,‘ Another policewoman rammed her hand over the marksman‘s mouth, and said, Don’t say that letter.’
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Georgina realising that the police might shoot her if she said the letter z kneeled down onto the ground and bowed her head, placing her hands behind her head.

The compere lay dead on the stage, death from shock at the use of the letter Z.

Chapter Two - Police Station

The pain and the hunger.
The fear and despair.
Will cower in my fateful square.
I will shake the world on fire.
You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.
As I try to save her.
My heart will be breakin‘.
And I try to save her.
But my hearts still a breakin‘.
I’m soft to her love.
My heart beats so much.
But insanity wins.
For all my deepest sins.
Is this the answer?
Or am I just a dancer?
Quivering before pretentious words.
Will anyone listen to my verse?

Georgina sat in the police interview room with her hands handcuffed to the table, and a policewoman standing next to her with some tape to put over Georgina’s mouth in case she said the letter Z.
The head interviewer was Police Officer Angela Williams. She was calm and sympathetic to Georgina. Angela asked Georgina if she had any psychological problems.
Georgina explained she did suffer from obsessive compulsive disorder and sometimes depression but she felt that her depression made her give deeper poetry.’

The interview went well. A nurse was brought in and a lawyer was provided for Georgina, to help her through the ordeal.

The Police decided to caution her with a warning not to say the letter z again.

The furore from the press was enormous and the police and lawyers felt that she would face enough pressure from the media who would tear her apart.

Chapter Three - The Apartment
Georgina returned to her apartment with police protection at the door. As legions of paparazzi encamped outside her flat. A protest group of 5000 fundamentalists stood outside waving placards.
Helicopters flew over her block of flats with infra red cameras.
Georgina watched her TV, and it was blanket wall to wall, coverage of the terrible Georgina.
Pundits on satellite and cable TV called for her to be locked up, or expelled. People phoned up radio talk shows threatening to rape and murder Georgina.
The most vitriolic pundit was the 55 year old white haired Marie Casablancas, a fanatical campaigner for taste on TV. She was filled with anger, vengeance, and contempt for Georgina. She knew that this was her chance to raise money for her taste campaign.

Georgina sat in her room, feeling depressed at the atomic tidal wave of anger thrown her way.

Georgina felt moved to write herself a poem, it read, ‘I am all that is not.
You do not know before and after.
You speak of knowledge.
When all you know is ignorance.
You know nothing.
Wrapped in a little thing.
That you call life.’

Then she wrote herself a more depressing poem, at horror at her circumstances, ‘You left me broken and confused.
Wallowing in self pity.
Love had been swallowed by bitterness.
A star of peace was needed.
Or a black hole to take away the hatred.
I am a monster now laughed at in pain.
The defeat has sucked away my reputation.
Only a broken soul remained.
But hark.
The angels sing and save me again.
Freeing me form my burden.
Curing my disease partially.
I live again, but to die one more time.’

Georgina fell to more depression, and wrote a poem from the perspective of her bullies towards Georgina and how they want her to suffer, ‘I want you to be darker than the night.
I want your soul to swallow the light.
I demand hate seep into your every waking moment n your life.
The pain must never end.
The darkness must defend.
Your happiness is split.
Broken brains ablut.
I let your heart sink broken.
Love shall not be spoken.
As your swallowed up by hate.
Stained by fate.
I make your life pitiful.
And goad your moments of happiness in sorrowful.
And then when I cry you win.
And I complain at your frustrated sin.
Like you have no excuse.
At this crucial pain cruise.
You shall never succeed.
That is my deed.’

Georgina wanted to be a great poet, but now she had been shamed across the country. Just then she got a phone call from overseas. An agent wanted to take the most controversial poet in the UK to their country.

Chapter Four - Ze Grand Tour
Georgina never returned to the UK in her lifetime, in fear of what the anti z police would do to her, and more of what the general public and anti z civil service would do to her. She toured the European continent reading her poetry. She first toured, France, Spain, Portugal, Greece particularly Athens and Crete, then Italy, Croatia, Cyprus, the Vatican, Slovakia, Poland, the Ukraine, and Malta for 3 years.
In Spain, she loved visiting Madrid, Zaragoza, Toledo, Barcelona, and seeing the Gaudi Cathedral, the stadiums of football clubs like Barcelona, Real Madrid, and the homes of Picasso, and Salvador Dahli. The soil was almost yellow, but with green vegetation still growing in them, unlike the black of wet British soil. If Great Britain and Ireland were an islands of green. Spain was a land of yellow and green. She loved the fortress settlement of Toledo.
Her visit to Greece, was one that opened her mind to the classic architecture. The Temple of Zeus, was a sight to behold of white solid columns. Then standing on the majestic Acropolis, with its key the Parthenon. She stood on top of the Acropolis and looked down on the beautiful historic city of Athens. She looked out across the bay to the beautiful Greek islands, and wondered what lay in store for her. She saw the whales in the bays. The battleships in the harbour, and dead landmarks of the Olympics.
She became a hero to the poetic community.
Next she decided to add to her infamy in the UK, and tour places, that no Brit had been to for years, because of the letter Z in them. She toured Tanzania, including Zanzibar. Then she went to Ibiza, Zimbabwe, Zambia, the Czech Republic, Brazil, Zamboanga in the Philippines, Zacatecas, the Ionian Island of Zakynthos, Lanzorote,
Azerbaijan, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, and many Zulu lands. Then finally on this phase of her tours she visited Switzerland, with her new favourite and Britain’s most hated city Zurich.
By the end of her z tours, she had horrified the British public, with her fondness with things with the letter z in them. She visited zoos all over the world, and explicitly mentioned in her poetry routines the letter z.
One of her poems about the death of a young child read, ‘I love to gaze upon your face.
Uphold all I want.
My life was a precious gift to me.
No matter how long I lived.
I thank you from all my heart.
I thank you once again.
Please do not cry in love for me.
I want you to be happy.
Your gift was precious gift to me.
Oh thank you I will see your face again.
It takes away the pain.’
Another poem she wrote, read, ‘We were created by destruction
We were created by extinction.
We live on the bones and ashes of death.
The stagnant water the decayed leaves.
The melted snow and dead comets.
That leave us clinging to a frozen ball.
Upon the sphere we roam the galactic hall.
We seek pleasure and meaning.
The fruits of our life will die like us.
But there lives have meaning.
For every moment and every life.
Is our purpose for eternity.’

Despite each poem only containing one letter z each, it was enough to earn her a secular fatwa from the head of the British civil service. One oil and gas exploration company explicitly placed a multi million pound reward on her head. Georgina continued to send e-mails back to the head of the UK civil service with interesting facts about the letter z such as that there was a New York City subway service called Z. There was a lost city of Z in Brazil, one of Britain’s most popular TV shows was British police drama called Z-Cars. and that many car companies had produced cars with the letter z such as Nissan, Lincoln, and Honda. This infuriated the head of the British civil service who put out threats to have her assassinated in retaliation.
Georgina studied and converted to the Zoroastrian religion. She read up on the Persian poet Hafez.

She even started an internet magazine called Z for taboo.
Georgina learned that the word taboo comes from the Tongan tapu, which means forbidden.
While abroad Georgina carried out many scholarly activities in her short period in an artistic commune, where she translated the Holy bible from Polish to Scots Gaelic, and From Welsh to Slovakian, with all male parts taken by women and all female parts taken by men. She wrote an animal inspired version of Macbeth, from the perspective of a cat owned by the three witches. Then she wrote a version of Great Expectations, from the perspective of a very long living flea in Pip’s hair.
She listened to jazz.
But her best years were ahead of her.

While in the commune she came up with her epic poem entitled Dwr, which read as follows, ‘I was here before you.
Into the oceans I whirl.
Into the sky I rose.
Back down to the land in storms of surge.
Through the white rapids violently shaken.
Down and down into the sea.
I lived among the first to live.
I saw the first fish.
Then to the skies, again I rose.
Where I was swayed in the air in white beauty.
Down again on sheets of white.
Where I lie solid frozen under thousands of years.
Before the heat frees me.
Back to the skies.
Where I soar.
Then down to the land of plants.
Trees, and dinosaurs.
I am slurped by a brontosaur.
Then excreted to the soil.
I am absorbed by the roots.
To the height of a tree.
Where I escape back to the sky.
And fall in mighty rapid violent white.
The whirring rapid twists and turns.
Until I reach a calm sea.
I wash back and forth.
Upon the sand a beach, I soak into the sand.
Then I repeat for a million years.
Visiting animals, plants glaciers, skies,
Until I am stuck underground in a store.
I am trapped.
Until a well is dug and I am brought to surface into a bottle.
Shipped round the world.
Into your mouth I whirl.’

Once again when one word of the poem containing one letter z got through to the UK, her assassination reward was doubled.


Chapter Five - The Great State
Georgina continued her journey across the lands until with her backpack on she discovered the beautiful island of Eastern Kurland which was under the tyranny of the Seataman Empire.
Eastern Kurland was a Mediterranean island, the size of Athens, with sandy yellow soils, white shack like buildings, rounded hills in the centre, ramshackle blocks of flats and dusty hotels for tourists. A Temple to the Kurland God, Cefyll, stood high in the centre of the land.
Georgina moved in with a beautiful Greek woman, named Alia. Alia and her husband grew olives to be exported to the EU.
The island contained some green vegetated areas mostly farmed for apples, grapes, and olives. Goats and dogs walked freely in the island, worshiped as deities, by the ancient religion of the Kurlanders.
The house looked down upon the urban area of the island. Down to the clear blue harbour where the tall ships amassed for the annual tall ship race.
The land was ruled by the ruthless tyrant Emperor Franz of the Seataman Empire. Franz had had thousands sent to their death for daring to stand up to his remorseless empire. The Emperor had an iron grip a hold of the people of Eastern Kurland.
They needed someone brave enough to fight back against this empire.
Georgina was thinking at the time, at the unending ambition she had. She thought of the put downs she had from an old upper class friend of hers, in a letter published in an art magazine. The letter goaded her for her extreme ambition, that her ambition made her a little odd.

From this passion she developed a poem, which she spoke out loud to a passing Lord, ‘You in your ivory tower. Do not know what it is like to be born a nothing. You were born a something. You had a title, a career, money, and education mapped out for you. You know nothing of what it is to struggle to find a place in society. You were given a place in society and every chance again and again, while I was forced to scavenge for the little bits of pleasure and ambition that I could crave.’
The Lord then laughed, ‘No one is owed a living in life.’ Then the Lord walked off, with his golden tailcoat lagging behind him.
Georgina was furious and continued walking down the street of the capital Eastern Kurland named Fergie. She saw a small child move out of the way for two soldiers of the Seataman Empire. The soldiers were wearing frilly black, white and red cloaked costumes, with red mules, and blue roses pinned to their mules. The march was one of goosesteps. The first soldier was carrying a large machine gun, he laughed at the kid. Then stopped him. He grabbed hold of the kids head and pulled him back. The solider then took out a camera phone, and a poster. He told the kid, ‘I will pay you 50 Seataman coins if you hold this poster with me and let me take this picture.
Georgina looked on it horror as she read the poster.
The poster read. ‘Hi this soldier killed my father, got my sister pregnant and then he gave me 50 Seataman coins to hold this poster up.’
The soldier laughed as his pal took a picture of this scene.
Georgina’s fury hit boiling point. She ran over to the soldiers and ripped the poster off the boy and the soldier, then she tore up the poster. She berated the soldier for his evil abusive ways.
The soldier lifted his left leg up and kicked Georgina over.
Then the boy held out his hands for the money. The soldier then spat at the boy and kicked him over.
The soldiers laughed and then walked off leaving Georgina and the boy in the dust.

Georgina in her self pity read out a poem to the boy, from the perspective of the soldier, ‘My blood tastes of iron.
My heart is made of steel.
My life, if lived a thousand years.
I never shed for you one tear.
Despite all your pain.
In my eternal life I know no shame.
I am all that you know.
I am blood and bones, wrapped in soft tender flesh.
But my heart is made of solid steel.’

The boy cried and Georgina gave him 100 Seataman coins to make him feel better.

Georgina was angry with the treatment by the soldiers. Georgina decided that for took long the Eastern Kurlanders had been subjected to the humiliating tyranny of the Seataman Empire. With that she found a new campaign to fight for.

Chapter Six The Rebel With a Cause
Georgina decided to go to start a rebel campaign. She printed out a thousand leaflets speaking for a march through the streets of the city. She handed the leaflets out to members of the public.
Just as she was handing out her six hundred and twenty seventh leaflet. Two men and one woman ran up to her, and bravely told her that she was putting her life at risk by these actions.
The woman a native Kurlander quickly explained to Georgina, that she was putting her life at risk. They took her to restaurant, and explained that they were part of an organised resistance,
Georgina and the three brave rebels took her to a secret hideaway among the forest of the island.
There Georgina read out some of her poems, as they sat around a camp fire and loaded rifles. Georgina said, ‘Oh dragon fly.
Oh dragon fly.
You hover through the trees.
The lakes below your mighty wings.
Seem like mighty seas.
Oh butterfly, oh butter fly.
You flap over meadows sweet.
The flowers below your gem like wings.
Seem like mighty trees.’


The crowd of 10 people applauded, then Georgina read out another of her poems, ‘We are all children to be protected.
Winter falls from up high.
Snow drops fall beneath the sky.
A lonely dog moans.
As it chews a solitary bone.
Did you know that I was once a star?
And you were once the moon,
Then we drifted near,
Like an old buccaneer,
Into the golden sands,
Into the golden sands,
Many times I begged,
For your face again,
Into the clouds of mind.
But I’ve never seen my face again,
Into the golden sands,
Into the golden sands.
Lighting up an object makes it bigger.
I left hope along time away
When you took my heart asway.

Dreams are what I’m made of.
Thoughts are what I see.
Lost in misadventure.
In forsaken fantasy.
My brave imagination.
Pales my life to verse.
I guess to be.
My life will never be.’

Georgina continued her poem, ‘I’m just a fantasy.
I’m not reality.
I’m just here stuck in your mind.
I’m all that you could be.
I’m all that you don’t see.
I’m just here stuck n your mind.
So wake up your sleepy mind.
And turn up to be.
A kind of ace deep genie.
Wake up.
I can hear you but I cannot see you.
I can feel you.
Though you’re not there.’

Once again the rebels applauded her.
She explained to them that she had been banned from her nation for using the letter z. In her country using the letter z was the most serious crime there was. Nobody knew why, or what the meaning of the term z meant to offend people. But for years now the letter z was the most offensive taboo to be broken.’

Georgina continued with another poem, ‘I’ve forgotten all the words.
How on Earth is this verse?
If only I knew the lines.
I’m up to my mind in mimes.
Humming and haaing.
Confusion is on.
Embarrassment winning.
I’m barely singing.
The garbage, flibbling, gibb
Does anyone know the words?
I feel lost in this song.
I could be here forever.
In comforting warmth.
It blows over me.
I unwind the haunting rhythms of this music.
I feel the words speak to me.
While the tune comforts my soul.
I feel lost in this song.’

Georgina then read out another poem to rapturous applause,
‘Love is just a game I play.
To keep my spirits up.
While my guys are away.
Love is just a game I play.
To make out in the hay.
Dreams are what I’m made of.
Thoughts are what I see.
Lost in misadventure.
In forsaken fantasy.
My brave imagination.
Pales my life to verse.
I guess to be.
My life will never be.’

Before the end of the night Georgina had been signed up to the independence campaign. It was a partly military campaign.

A bizarre episode of the night was when she spotted a 24 year old American man bullying a young nine year old child from Eastern Kurland. She confronted the man at his bullying, and he in, indignation explained that it was his constitutional right to bully people. It was his freedom of speech to call people whatever he wanted. In fact he claimed that accusing people of being, gay, mong, creep, sad, poof, paedoes, faggots, was his constitutional right, and was something the founding fathers fought for. But the moment she insulted him back he ran off to report her to the secret police. In his mind only bullies deserved protection from insults.

Georgina Noyrb was quickly trained in military means in a secret 12 week school for the Army of Eastern Kurland.
There Noyrb learnt how to fire a gun, detonate a bomb, carry out first aid, organise military offensives and retreats, and finally she was taught to improve her physical strength, with an assault course.
In honour of her infamy, in the UK, she was awarded the title of Private Z.
But she preferred to use her original name so no one called her that.

Chapter Seven - The Fight Begins
Georgina’s fighting and poetry skills became the romantic tale of the age. Her bravery in standing up to the Seataman Empire bullies was indefatigable. Her bad poetry became worshipped as a sign of her depth. Her bravery in attacks on enemy forces were seen as equal to that of all great women warriors such as Joan of Arc, and Boudicca.
Perhaps her bravest attack was to lead a band of 8 rebels up a 300ft cliff then down through 1 mile sewer of rats, snakes, and crawling insects, to lead into the fortress of an evil rape squadron. She killed all 20 of the enemy in the fort, then left a poem in graffiti on the wall for her enemies to read, ‘Your ruthless, relentless unmerciful acts, have reacted in your defeat. Will you now beg for your victims rest?’

But this was one of countless rebel actions over a 1 year period. Where her star beckoned throughout the lands of the world.

Chapter Eight - The Fight Ends
But the brave warrior was not to last forever. For she met her match in a brutal warrior, the Carr of Jimina. He tracked down Georgina and with an army of 8,500 men laying siege to the small underground cave her rebel squadron had hidden in. Wave after wave of evil Seatamans used every trick they could to fire into the cave. And eventually a series of poison gas bomb laden robots were driven deep into the caves leaving remote control wires behind them.
Finally after 15 of these robots were destroyed one got to a final cavern containing the brave Georgina and detonated a quick killing poison.
Georgina died in dignity with her last words, ‘I die for East Kurland. I die in this hallowed hollowed cavern.’

Chapter Nine - The Heroine Wake
Georgina died for her adopted nation.
The Seataman Empire filmed her dead body on TV, on a concrete slab. She was dressed in the green military uniform of her rebel army. The Seataman Emperor visited the morgue himself to crow over the death of this thorn in his side. She had a dignity in death with her majestic expression on her face, her eyes staring with passion into the future. Her legend grew in honour. Her body was shipped back to the UK.
In the UK, the Prime Minister who had previously called for her death, had now sensed the public mood had changed. He declared a state funeral to be attended by every leader of the free world, and every ambassador to the UK.
A week of remembrance was declared in the run up to and after the funeral. The coffin was carried to the church by a gold plated hearse driven by the Prince of Wales.
Crowds in their million flocked onto the street to cheer the arrival of the martyr of the people of East Kurland. 3,500,000 roses were sent to the gates of the church she was set to have her funeral at, and the streets of the town were paved with rose petals. The Prime Minister, the Queen, leading scientists, musicians, singers, dancers, generals, actors, sports stars and representatives of every major religion attended her funeral. A crowd of 7 million attended the small town she had grown up in, while crowds watched live footage together in Hyde Park, Edinburgh, Aberdeen, Treffynnon, Glasgow, Cardiff and Belfast.
Various songs were recorded as tributes to her by famous musicians. All the top 10 selling songs of the charts, were tributes to her. The most popular tribute song, Seren Zerenade, stayed number one for 17 weeks. She was so loved, a special 2 hour album of total silence was released for people to play for a mark of respect to Georgina.
Every TV channel, and radio station in the country broadcast wall to wall coverage of the funeral. Newspapers and magazines delivered souvenir editions of the coverage and remembrance of the this great heroine. A remembrance signing book in Falkirk had over 90,000 signatures and that is 3 times the population of Falkirk.
Special 60 ft statues of her were placed in al the four capitals of the four nations of the UK, plus Cornwall had an 80 ft statue of her constructed.
The national football stadium of Scotland was renamed after her. The football teams of the UK promised to wear black arm bands for a entire season in memory of her.
And perhaps most importantly the law on the letter Z was changed. From now on the letter z was legal. And the UK was to announce that it’s named would be changed to Zunited Zingdom. England was changed to Zengland. Scotland had its named changed to Zscotland. Wales was changed to Walez. Northern Ireland was changed to Zorthern Zireland.
From now on when people introduced themselves they would always start with zello, and for goodbye would say zye.

I am looking at visions in my mind.
The window to the olden times.
Of life I lived in war before.
Of love ad danger what’s the score.
Of the girls who I nearly kissed.
And chances that I missed.
Those golden rays of sunlight passed.
The memories that I amassed.
Those golden times, those halo times.
Those broken times, and sunken times.
I see forgotten visions.
Of dreams I lived.
It this real?
Hatred never dies.
Some say love turns to hatred.
Some say those who say that are harsh people.
Everyone changes the world, but not always in the way they want to.