Philipos

write something dramatic

nonchalantly it was said

dramatic to who i thought

me the world she or they

i trawled my fuzzy mind

ah yes that training course

and me locked in a room

no lights just gloominess

then half-opened the door

a stun grenade thrown in

and then a cylinder of sorts

leaking its noxious fumes

cs gas choking my throat

burning my blinded eyes

cries for help ridiculed

reduced to feeling a fool

then in tumbled the gang

wore black chemical suits

looking like chimpanzees

forcing me onto my knees

i punched my way out

heard them pout wimp

wore my yellow crown

encountering shock

all deep in the mind

opined the firm’s shrink

kerchinking his till and

risking a fractured tooth