Dirty Daydreams and Dentists By Mike Watts

I was miles away Stood with a semi-on At a bus-stop Directly opposite Ann Summers Whose big square eyes Bulged With well-fit Mannequins All nicely spread And teasing In the hottest New crotch less Slutty little reds And blacks That you'd pay Good money To see your girlfriend's Sister in And my head Was overloading Disgusting Those mucky bitches... And there I was In amongst it all Munching and slurping Enjoying The final meal Of a man Condemned To spend The afternoon Waiting For his gums To be sliced open By a bald Sri Lankan Who would give All the relief Needed For just short Of fifty five Quid.

Copyright Mike Watts 2009

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Poetry - Summer and Winter By Scott Rorrison

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Poetry - Captivation? By Danny James Archer

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Poetry - Recycle By Jenny Halliday

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I've got a cold so I get in bed with my clothes on, my feet are frozen. I hate this time of year - hibernating with my eyes open, medicine is chosen. Wondering where the sun has gone; Read more...

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Poetry - January Mornings By Gary Clark

If it wasn't for the football I think I'd go mad Dark January mornings they make me so sad If only I could win something on the national lottery I'd be out of here so quickly that nobody would find me Sat in my kitchen watching daytime TV I never thought so little would happen to me Read more...

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