Off The Chest By Mike Watts

I'm sick of you You're full of crap Mr 'victim' of the poverty trap What bollocks - and to be blunt You're just a fucking lazy cunt Sat on your arse for twenty years Blowing dope and necking beers Kidding yourself you're a Bohemian Quoting Marx and Mao Tse -Tung Poncing around thinking you're it You smug, sarcastic little shit - Well you're not clever and you're not funny And I hope Social stop your money So get your arse up and get a job And before you start - shut your gob Because you're not a revolutionary, or the people's poet You're just a tosser- and you know it.

Copyright © 2007  Mike Watts

Poetry - Lines of Life - Part Three By Paul England

	About a year passed and my dad had met this bird, Sue. After a month or so she was moving in while we were getting pushed out. My dad had said that we would always come first but he lied. I remember one night I started arguing with Sue. I called her a silly cow and my dad grabbed me round the neck. I ran out and I said 'I'm going to my mams'. Read more...

Poetry - Paris Is Burning By Patrick Henry
	In '68, students seized Paris to man the barricade; Copied the '89 Revolution, when Jacobins stormed The Bastille; guillotined the ruling class to carve a state Into The Republic, which each new generation remade. In film, The Cars That Ate Paris, named autos the enemy. Now 2000 and odd, past boulevards, Read more...

Poetry - Lines of Life - Part Two By Paul England

	At this time I was knocking about with our Phil. He was working 'cos he had already left school. Me, I was always wagging off school and when I did bother to turn up I was just bad. I had three different teachers in my first three years at seniors, I never did my work, I was just a complete pain in the arse. Read more...

Poetry - The Hand That.....By Yellow Bear.

	The hand that heals, should be gentle, quiet and unobtrusive like the air, that gently cushions the leaf as it falls to its source. The hand that heals, should be unannounced in its giving, like the hand Read more...

Poetry - Lines of Life - Part One By Paul England

	We all start out the same, young, cocky and we just don't give a fu**. I was no different. For most my life I lived on North Hull and Bransholme. I've got two older brothers and a younger sister. I want to start my story when I was 10 years old going on 11. It was coming to the point where I was starting seniors, times were changing quick. Drugs were coming big again, and Read more...

Poetry - Thank You Friends Reunited By Laura Fry

Thank you Friends Reunited, for helping me see That I've actually done rather well Because almost all those who bullied me at school Have hardly moved an inch out of the same old suburban hell They still see all the same old faces And miss the same old buses Read more...

Poetry - Something Like By Joe Hakim

It's like the guy asleep in a doorway with an empty tinnie in his hand. It's like the hours you spend staring at the paint peeling from the wall opposite you because you can't sleep.    Read more...

Poetry - On Getting A Mate A Job By Mike Watts
	He reckons life was wonderful When he was on the dole When he had fuck all. Well now it's a mess Because there's even less He's never any dosh Got a prick for a boss Read more...

Poetry - Then, There Will Be No Hope (VT Massacre) By Del Abe Jones.

	If we don't change the way we do And learn to do what we don't If we can't each, honor ourselves It's a sad fact that others won't And there will be no hope! If life isn't treated sacredly Read more...

Poetry - I Hope You Know By Lee Cassanell

	The Jews are killing gentiles And the world is run by reptiles Queen Elizabeth herself Is such a snake There are UFO's in Roswell All philosophy is causal Read more...

Poetry - Head Gone By Joe Hakim

My head's gone, packed its case and left. My head's gone, don't know when I'll see it next. My head's gone, it's off to parts unknown.    Read more...

Poetry - Was Hitler Misunderstood? By The Grunt People Collective.

	Question: Was Hitler misunderstood? Was all he wanted, to do good? Protect his people me and you From the people trying to Blow us up and chop us down burn our children to the ground Kill the people, who just might His methods sure may be extreme Read more...

Poetry - Girl You're A Real Man Now and Take Me Down Your Stream By The Grunt People Collective.

	Being one and the same Girls got nothing to gain Fro' tryin' to be a man Tryin' to be a man Lovers feel no pain Rattlesnake in water Read more...

Poetry - Antipodes By Carol Coiffait

	When you went away the temperature dropped by four degrees. Clouds conspired to hide all trace of blue. The bird-box produced three dead coal tits and every sparrow changed its tune. I sent your birthday gift Read more...

Poetry - Underground And Inside By Andrew Wastling.

	We are the Diggers and we are Jerusalem, We are Robin Hood's outlaws with nowhere To run to. We are Freedom and the scent in the air, Of Gerrard Winstanley and Wat Tyler's heirs. We are not broken for Read more...

Poetry - - Southern European Fashionistas By Laura Fry

Southern European fashionistas They really do my head in With their snotty manner and ten-inch stilettos That no-one in their right mind would be seen dead in Trying to get a smile on their faces Is like trying to jump a ten-metre hurdle Read more...

Poetry - Means To An End By Del Abe Jones.

	Some will say, People for Peace Who only want the War to end Are bad for the Troops morale And the wrong message to send. But, who more than those Troops Would like to come home to stay Read more...

Poetry - Navajo Code Talkers By Del Abe Jones.

	In May of Nineteen forty-two The first of those Talkers came to be At Camp Pendleton, California They formed that special "Dictionary". During the First World War When the Choctaw was used some Read more...

Poetry - The Gateway To The Soul By Laura Fry

They say that the eyes say it all The gateway to the soul, that either repels or enthrals You know almost immediately that he is the one The love that you feel for him is second to none You know that he is the one When the most boring of tasks can Read more...

Poetry - Walking To Campus In Winter By Sam Earp

Walking to campus I longed for You Through veiled eyes, In knotted trees, I tried to rustle From leafless branches Truth's void asylum...    Read more...

Poetry - The Likes Of You And Me By Del Abe Jones.

	I just hope all the People Find some Logic in their Heart And use their Minds a little bit Well now, that would be a Start! I hope they see the Voting Booth As a place to show their Will Read more...

Poetry - Night Fishing By Mike Watts
	Buzzing in the heat of clubber's breath My senses pinball from arse to arse As they shake and crash around me. Stilettoed feet shuffle and stamp As I scan an electric duo Boogieing beneath skirts Read more...

Poetry - Sales Pitch From Personality Suits Inc. - The Quickest and Easiest Way To a Guaranteed New You (Results may vary) By Joe Hakim

Get yourself a new personality suit for each day of the week, an instantaneous freak, just add water and give no quarter in your attempt to    Read more...

Poetry - The Physics Of Fireworks By Lee Cassanell

	Everything burnt before matches were purchased Love falls apart in a room fully furnished Lies kiss our cheeks and pour wine in our glasses Eyes on the sky see the future in splashes She sits in the mist as the jester mulls over The words on his lips and Read more...

Poetry - And a Latter Day Tale of Slavery to Political Correctness The Abuse of Human Rights By Carol Coiffait

	Dear Mr. Wilberforce, A young man is cast out of your city of Hull, Sir like a common felon because his time is up and his face doesn`t fit, an arbitrary judgement as I think you would admit. In all the best fairy tales, the hero works hard in a humble job for seven years, Read more...

Poetry - Mozart's Last Stand By Lee Cassanell

	I never died on that Viennese day I crawled out of the pit, shook the lime from my hair Said a prayer for the souls of whose bodies lay bare In the blood and the mud of their pauperish graves I would not pray again For no God would allow Read more...

Poetry - Ben By Laura Fry

The little things that mean so much The reassurance of your kisses Tender sensations at your touch The eternal thrill of being called Mrs Used and deceived so many times Destitute and broken-hearted Read more...