I wrote this poem about a friend who had several relationships with women but frequently left them and seemed to be happy living on the streets of London.
A poem I wrote about a tramp who used to live on Northumberland Street in Newcastle. He disappeared after 1992 and I understand his name was Tom and he was killed by a car near Newcastle Airport.
I was bullied at school and was unemployed for many years. Having listened to a record on a budget CD entitled, 'How Bizarre,' I wrote this poem about some of the things that are bizarre in my life.
I wrote a poem about an alcoholic. It was intended as a joke. My friend said, 'I was an alcoholic. That's exactly what it was like.' He asked someone to read it out in church.
