There was a punch and then a
theft, then a king hit from his left
A cut to his eye, then the
small bloke stole his ride
He drove off without a
thought, but he figured he’d be caught
So he phoned a friend to hide
the ride inside
As he drove off in the
Suzuki, the whole thing was kind of spooky
The motive for the assault
not understood
His choice of friends was
lacking, and somewhere near Port Hacking
Was where he found a nasty
neighbourhood
To the cops he told his
story, all the facts in all their glory
Of his treatment at hands of
these two men
The first time late at night,
then once more when skies were bright
But soon he’d have to say it
all again
Their mobiles held a clue,
one that in time it would undo
The mixed up mess of lies on
which they rested
So many messages exchanged,
and soon their end it came
When the explanation that
they proffered it was tested
But our victim he’d been
threatened, so the witness stand it beckoned
Tell your story mate, the one
you told the cops
But his memory was a failure,
but we know here in Australia
There are ways and means of
nurturing your crops
From the dock I heard them
bleating, though their cries were merely fleeting
As my witness he revealed his
sordid tale
Their attempts to quell his
version, was but a temporary incursion
As true justice it furled it
greatest sail
And in cross-examination, and
to the informant’s exultation
Every detail of the beating
was adduced
His car they heard was took,
by two adolescent crooks
And his evidence, in great
detail was produced
There was little they could
say, as their freedom flew away
And they watched me as I
sealed their fate with glee
So my jury will soon find, as
facts they occupy their mind
That their guilt beyond all
doubt is plain to see
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