I remember you with your goofy hat And your childish glow-in-the-dark jacket; I remember the way you spoke into your Glorified walkie-talkie In a language, impressively synthesised From that of a 12 year old autistic boy And a football hooligan;
I remember asking you a question To which you responded with a firm And gripping Argument Which clicked tightly Around my wrists.
I remember listening as your opinion moved me Into the back seat of a car, Moved me At forty miles an hour And then convinced me Into a little box-shaped room.
I remember you extended towards me The intellectual courtesy Of not adhering to that dull English tradition Of answering my question with questions.
Instead you proved your illuminating point As you turned on a light above my head, Shone it brightly in my face And shoved the righteous truth Right up my ***.