Warboys

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Warboys, Warboys playing with guns like toys,
but secretly so frightened of its noise,
then a storm brews in a g-cup of two,
and trigger fingers raise in pompous poise,

a sudden tornado of Warboy rage
is just a staged scene performance, being
for the benefit of the masculine
cage they are so locked into, since being

Warboys, Warboys playing with toys like guns,
believing life is all on a smart screen,
talking not with words but ultimatums,
bullets on gold chains wrapped around their brains,

they bring the street war in themselves out now
and they tattoo their nicknames on one brow

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Warboys, Warboys playing with guns like toys,
but secretly so frightened of its noise,
but when someone looks at them it's war
and then an eye for an eye must endure,

now the spitting rain becomes a downpour,
escalating a train that comes to roar
past the stops, rattling tire iron,
none can stop this fire breathing dragon,

Warboys, Warboys playing with toys like guns,
believing their short life is far too long
for the weariness of education
so they read the wisdom in a rap song,

they bring the war to others in the street
and they tattoo their tears on one cheek

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Warboys, Warboys playing with guns like toys,
but secretly so frightened of its noise,
Warboys with their Wargirls who are far worse,
on a diet of lipstick and cocaine,

in a face of beauty that's now profane,
Wargirls set fire to the enemy
with a Chanel 5 scent of gas propane,
and laugh so loud for it is all a game,

Warboys, Warboys playing with toys like guns,
they treat their Wargirls like the whores in porn,
thinking making love is to make forlorn,
not thinking at all, it goes on too long,

they bring the war to the mild and meek
and they tattoo their tears on one cheek

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Warboys, Warboys playing with guns like toys,
but secretly so frightened of its noise,
like their music that breaks the idleness,
they beat out syllables of threesomes,

down hoodies are their Topman suit and tie,
but no honest day's work can any spy,
for employment is lame; it does not pay
to simp and gimp themselves out in this way,

Warboys, Warboys playing with toys like guns,
neither book do they read nor understand,
in money terms only they do their sums,
how much is it worth to do a good turn?

they bring the war to the poor and the weak
and they tattoo their tears on one cheek

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Warboys, Warboys playing with guns like toys,
but secretly so frightened of its noise,
then the pits in the pipe drop through the gauze,
they scream its loss, like a religious cause

their brothers fight overseas in the east,
praying they see a sunrise in the west,
theirs is the real war of green and sage
and they know that war is no wooden stage,

Warboys, Warboys playing with toys like guns,
but do they know the unseen harm they do?
do their minds even remember they dreamed
with innocence as young boys always do?

they bring the street war in themselves out now
and they tattoo their nicknames on one brow

Published 11 April, 2026

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