Illegal goods the gang freighted; Rokk the thieves' band infiltrated. The crimes that he saw, All their flouting of law, To the vigils' H.Q. he related. When the smugglers learned Rokk was a snitch, The big boss yelled, "Make him a bitch!" The change took three days; Rokk woke in a haze, Collared and wearing no stitch. The villains brolled Rokkor, each one. She proved herself second to none. Rokkor had the juice To tough out abuse, And endure it until they were done.

They chose not to cut Rokkor's throat, But send her in chains to a boat. In the hold of the ship, A raw brand on her hip, Her courage somehow stayed afloat. Rokk used an old nail for a pick And jimmied the lock really slick. She saw in the night A port glinting light And breast-stroked to shore double-quick. Now Rokkor is back at her duty, Putting to use her great beauty. In a low joy house spot She o'er hears the rogues plot, While they take her merely for booty.

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