The Knocking, it was persistent,
He was left with no choice:
Can I speak for a moment?
Came a soft persuasive voice.
Tradesmen they may duck and dive
Salesmen they might whine
But Jehovah's witnesses...
Catch you time after time

Don't try and sell me the Watchtower!
Said the Victim with a groan
There are many here amongst us
Who just want to be left alone

All the wrongs will be righted
The woman, she seemed so sure
As he noticed with a shock
Her foot wedged in the door
They must be some way out this
He thought through gritted teeth
His mind was going numb now
He could find no release.

Don't try and sell me the Watchtower!
His protests, now feeble and thin
His eyes had that hunted look
His mind was growing dim….

"There may be some contusions"
Said the Sergeant in disbelief
"I think we're talking false ones now;
He took a poker to her teeth!"
But at his trial he seemed real keen
To just be locked away
"My Karma ran over her Dogma"
Was all that he would say….