John Morony Poets
Where I'm From
Growing up in a four bedroom house.
The youngest of 4 boys,
Getting in to fights turned me into a mouse.
Mighty mouse, coz I always came out smiling
Somehow pain made me gain a little self respect
But I always took the blame for a friend’s
Mistake, so I learnt how to take.
Learnt from my own mistakes.
So I won’t make the same damn mistakes
We end up in the same damn place.
Jail goal it all the same to me.
Nowra Bomaderry ain't the place for me.