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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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

ROY THE BOY

Roy the Boy was a Barking boy
He didn't have a chance
He started out stealing Mars bars
Then moved on to other peoples houses
and their cars
Roy the Boy was a Barking boy
He didn't have a chance
He worked for a while
Down on the Thames Barrier
He went out with a nurse
But he didn't marry her
He lived the life that he had made
His face had a scar
From a Stanley blade
Roy the Boy was a Barking boy
He didn't have a chance
One night down at Bow Locks
Roy the Boy blooded his Docs
The other geezer cried
He could have died
Now Roy's inside
Nowhere to hide
Roy the Boy was a Barking boy
He really didn't have a chance

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