I ran away
I stopped
my feet were bleeding
I didn't sob-

he was chasing me like a madman
with a long heavy metal rod
I stole a rifle from an ammunition shop
and shot him dead on the spot

at the ****** trial in High Court
this I did report:
he was delusional
but that person I was not

it transpired revenge he was seeking
on that man who stole his wife red-hot
love-making in their barn one winter morning
my name is Peter, that scoundrel's, Raymond Pott!