My Wits Poem by Phil Soar

I kept my wits about me
But even though I did
A man came up behind me
Holding a dustbin lid
He asked me for my money
Or else he'd re-arrange
My face, and other parts of me
I said, "I have no change"
He took me to an alleyway
Shoved me against a wall
Rifled through my pockets
But didn't find F**K all
He hit me with the dustbin lid
And threw me in a truck
I guess that though I kept my wits
I slept the night in muck