I’d like to tell my story but
It strikes a note of fear.
I was resting with my eyes half shut,
Just fishing off the pier.
When out the blue a madman took
A hold of me and then
I saw he held a vicious hook.
I’d heard about these men!
I’m treated like a piece of meat,
Thrown cold into a cell.
Then kicked around by booted feet,
And slapped about as well.
With all my might, I hit him hard
To which he gave a shout.
As I escaped I left my card –