Long pause as though the culmination of an argument.
I signed it Whatever it was Then they just let me go
Straight away No punches no chubby hands around my throat.
Then I was out of there None-the-fucking-wiser no.
They kept saying your name it was the only English word.
Lose control for a second They smacked me they beat me hard.
It was the massive one I saw first in that fucking shirt.
There were five of them staring me down like a little rat.
I stumbled around the kitchen looking for an escape
Ran at fatty thought that maybe he’d tip over and fall,
It was like what’s the metaphor? Running into a wall.
Pause. Shift in tone. Contemplative. Solitude, hate, rape.
Nothing is more isolating than to hear a man scream.
But this was fucking, search for words, surrounded seclusion.
Sounds of keys, footsteps, shouting, hands dragging me to my feet.
I thought they were going to kill me, mate, what have you done?