SPEW MY RING. Taken from THE JAW.

I need to go to June’s house. I need to get out
As I get to the front door there is junk mail lying about
Most envelopes are thin but one is extra thick
I bend down and pick it up quick
My voice omits a forceful howl
The contents of the envelope are grotesque and foul
Adrenalin firing on all cylinders, functioning at peak level
Body producing heat hotter than the home of the Devil
Heart pulsating one hundred beats to the minute
With all the hyped up hormones pumping in it
Veins and heart feel like they’re going to burst
It’s a race to see which explodes first

All you people out there you think you have felt fear?
Well believe me you haven’t even come near
I’ll tell you what I have, I’ll tell you what I see
I’ll explain what is alarming me
In the envelope is a finger bound with clear tape
I stand here shocked and gape
The object within my view
Is so hideous I want to spew
Who the fuck would do such a thing?
I think I’m going to puke up my ring
My voice shakes as I read the letter
Another shriek sounds, only this one is better
Panic and fear, at my heart feeds
Because this is what the letter reads

‘I have your son, your golden boy
If you go to the police, then I WILL kill Roy
He is still alive for now
But go to the cops and he’s dead, I vow
From his hand his finger I have cut
If you want to see him again, keep your mouth shut
Your son is good looking and still quite young
If you spill the beans, I will cut out his tongue
Yes for now he’s in one piece and handsome
If you want to keep him that way, then you must pay a ransom
What I’m asking for is not as much as it sounds
I want from you one hundred thousand pounds
Are you willing to cough up and pay?
Do you want your son’s tongue to stay?
I want the money next Friday afternoon
Leave it in the rubbish skip behind the Cow and Spoon
Leave it in a red suitcase
If I get a whiff of the police, I will slash Roy’s face
In fact, if you don’t comply with what I have just said
I will hang your son by the bottom of his head
Drop the money off at eleven-thirty in the morning
Don’t be late, this is your only warning
Remember not to involve the police
If you want his safe release
I look forward to doing business soon
Remember…behind the Cow and Spoon’

I shake, I howl, my voice does release
My first though IS to inform the police
But I’m in a catch twenty-two situation
There is no way I can go to the police station
I cannot go and report my son
Not after the gruesome things I have done
Another thought has just dawned
I cannot go to the police as I have been warned
I have to keep my head low
To the police I cannot go
I’ll give the kidnappers what they ask
Although it won’t be an easy task
I have frittered a lot of my money away
And June spent loads the other day
I’m so upset, so bereft
I don’t have one hundred thousand left