His body was built
His head was bald

His heart was dead
His face was cold

His eyes were fierce
Moustache was thick

He lifted his finger
I was his pick

Take off your jumper
And shirt and boxers

But I’ve only been to the library
Have not seen or met anybody

Strip, you’re going to strip
And don’t you dare move your lip

Take off your jumper
And shirt and boxers

Open your mouth
Show me your tongue

Give me a cough
Deep from your lung

Hold your buttocks
And bend over

Turn around
Lift it up
And stay sober

The routine is to humiliate
To scar and intimidate

His “search” took an eternity
In the name of security
They strip you of your dignity