I hit the ground running
As whistles blew
I flew through the night
Dogs in pursuit
Resolute
Pants torn from razor wire
Perspiring
I tired and climbed a tree
To get changed you see
From lightweights to jeans
To better disguise
The evidence
Of my former residence
Muddy fields and
Vehicles on highbeam
In cold and wet hedges
Concealed from searchteams
Employing skills
Learned methodical
Daily beatings
Earned centre page in periodicals
Diabolical
Being set on fire
Was the cause of my ire
Baseball bats
Wielded by twats
M.C.T.C.
Seems to be my destination
In the meantime
I'm elated
Solitary confinement liberated
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