Outcast Poems

Poems were from 2005 to date. I do regular readings at “Sparky’s Flying Circus”, Half Moon, St Clemence, every Thursday evening, and every other Tuesday “Anything Goes at Mangos” downstairs at Mangos, Cowley Road. Both near the Plain, Oxford, both start at 9pm. If you are around call in, have a beer, listen to some poetry and music. Come and read your own or play us something if you want. It would be nice to see you. Outcast Poet

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I write real poems, and play real music.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

GET OUT FAST

When you can tell that things aren't right
When you know it's not gonna last
Check all the exits open to you
And get out of there real fast

When you are out-numbered two to one
And the final die has been cast
Watch your back, cover your tracks
And, get out fast, get out fast

When the future is all that is left to you
When the present is worse than the past
Set your co-ordinates out of there
And get out fast, get out fast

When you are drifting out to sea
On a ship with a broken mast
Grab what you can, something that floats
And get out fast, get out fast

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