I am sitting on a park bench
Just singing away
When I notice the man next to me
On this park bench by the bay.

"Sorry!" I exclaim.
"I did not notice you there
I was off in my head."
I didn't even look over there.

His expression never changed
His visage like ice.
His eyes hidden by sunglasses.
Despite my attempts to be nice.

He paid me little mind
And I resumed singing for the day.
I apologize for disturbing him
And start to make my way.

But I was prevented! My right wrist was handcuffed!
I was attached to this strange older man who uttered not a peep.
I yelled and I scoffed
For I was cuffed to a creep!

Was this jest?
A "Gorilla Gram" perhaps?
Until I know why I cannot rest
Before I bust him on his chaps.

He just handcuffed himself to a random stranger,
Who is bigger than he.
Were we in some kind of danger?
How could this be?

He made no effort to repair the situation
Not a word said he.
This creep was adding to my frustration
He didn't seem to care what he had done to me!

I made serious efforts at communicating
But it was useless.
This whole thing was getting exasperating.
Forget all this!

There was a police callbox down the way
I had to pull him off his feet.
I told him I would drag him on his face
and if he would not go, he was dead meat.

I shouted in his face
"We are handcuffed together, Schmuck!"
This whole thing was a disgrace
I was content to drag him through dirt and muck.

He did not move an inch
And nobody was to be found.
My frustration building
My anger gathering.

My frustration turned to violent anger
as he chased me in a circle and hit me.
My impulses growing stronger,
My hands were soon wrapped around his throat.

I was choking the life out of him
I did not know I had it in me.
My view now growing grim
This not the way I wanted to be.

I let him drop in to my arms
And cry on my shoulder.
I did not wish to hurt him.
He was so much older.

As we composed ourselves a thought occurred to me.
I brought up my wrist.
I was now free!
I pushed him off of me with a twist.

I ran far away
I wanted to escape the man I had become.
I learned what I was capable of that day.
I spent the next week numb.

I later got some anger management
Never to hurt again
I became a nice upstanding gent.
But I'll never forget when,

Sitting on a park bench by the bay
I met an older man who uttered not a peep.
I nearly strangled the man.
That day I was cuffed to a creep!

Matthew Timms AKA Psycho