What If? By Mike Watts

What if I take a downward slide, Would people say 'at least you tried'? What if success becomes my story, Would anyone begrudge the glory? What if the truth's a hammer blow, Would it be better to never know? What if I get sick of saying sorry, Would anyone else apologise for me? What if I need more heat in bed, Would you freeze and shake your head? What if we agree on celibacy, Would you lift your skirt to tease me? What if I tell my boss to 'ram it', Would that just leave me in the shit? What if I find myself accused, Would I get the lawyer O.J. used? What if the pressure cracks my skull, Would I get a good crowd at my funeral? What if....I was just wondering....what if?

Copyright Mike Watts 2008

Comments System Prototype Version 1.0 by Mo

Poetry - The Hardest Clock By Manuro

	'Melk-banto-stepple ...' Goes the badger prince Bumpkin eerily rounded. 'Kid-Nadir' runs on AT THE LONDON PALLADIUM Coarsely-cravatted crab vats air Mountains, wallpaper, fountains Read more...

Poetry - The Bunny Tale By Del Abe Jones.

	I thought it was a kitty cat But saw it was a rabbit He was hopping down the trail And then he stopped to sit. He looked back at me And wiggled his nose Seems he wanted me to follow Read more...

Poetry - Fate, The Brown-Eyed Boy and Sweden By Laura Fry

	I don't believe in God, but I believe in destiny The strange course of events cannot explain the mystery And when I try to find a common link it's clear to see It hangs there on the flag of Sweden I was shacked up with a bloke who made my life a living hell Trapped inside his web of lies, nothing was going well Read more...

Poetry - Loves Journey By Gary Johnson.

	Loves journey doth begin whence I met you, And feathered into my life's landscape, like the brush strokes of a water colour hue defining its aesthetic beauty; lake mirroring sky, so blue, so clear, it's light glitters in each and every separate wave. Each ripple represents a single page Read more...

Poetry - Spinning the Atom By Joe Hakim

The wheel turns one way and the ball spins in the opposite direction, like hopes and intentions and the mess that follows and they watch it bounce    Read more...

Poetry - Tourette's Turret By Amanda Lowe

	Rapunzel, Rapunzel, she turned the air blue With her constant outpourings of 'cunt' and 'fuck you' Locked in a turret till she could be silent But still the air rang with her aural defilement. A prince, riding by, her sweet voice he heard He listened more closely, then blushed at the words: 'You cock-sucking arse-shite!'.. Read more...

Poetry - Independents' Day 2008 By Del Abe Jones.

	Lately, not much to be proud of And it gets worse every year And if changes aren't made soon It just might be too late, I fear. We have those who lied to us To take us to war and worse Read more...

Poetry - A Little Ditty By Andrea Longstaff

	I think in the sink It's the only way to drink The bars are too narrow and squat The hole in the wall somehow knew it all And next week I get myself shot My head went to bed Read more...

Poetry - Goldilocks And The Three Bares By Amanda Lowe

	Goldilocks had a problem with way too much fanny hair; It was long and unruly and sported out everywhere, Venturing southwards from the sides of her underwear. Being naked with men was something she didn't dare. She's gone to the beauty parlour to ask if they Could neaten her pubes that were wild and astray. Read more...

Poetry - Three British Bankers By Anonymous.

	Three British bankers sat upon a wall along came a policeman and they began to call Hey Mr Policeman Hey Mr Cop Read more...

Poetry - A Conversation with a Chav By Gary Johnson.

	Does the pope wear a big hat? Does a bird shit in the woods? Was the earth once really flat? Do Audbreys sell dodgy goods? Why is there life on Bransholme When there ain't no life on mars? Why are pumps still called sandshoes When there is no beach for miles? Read more...

Poetry - Black Dog By Laura Fry

	My whole life has been plagued by this black dog I found my prince after So many frogs But then I thought there must be something greater Home grass is so much greener, I found out later I was so wrong I found myself a slave to sin and drink Read more...

Poetry - Come On You 'Ull By Mike Watts
	Statistics claim my city sucks And in 'Crap Towns' and other books They say - poverty and slum have tied the knot And we're all wild on drink and pot, And teenage girls with STD's Push their buggies in two's and three's, Past feral gangs tooled-up and hooded Read more...

Poetry - Junction 19 By Beth Mcgann.

	From under the table he can see half-shoes and a jacket. Sometimes he feels grubby but can never seem to get clean. He is busy twisting all his bad thoughts into little knots of paper. In the kitchen someone is weighing things on the scales. He lives in a house full of cupboards. Read More

Poetry - Paranoid Conspiracy Theory Nursery Rhyme By Joe Hakim

The dolphins leapt over the pyramid, and there's a secret base on the moon, and the giant lizards laughed to see such fun, and the Roswell crash    Read more...

Poetry - Wheel of Misfortune By Mike Watts
	He went mad again And blew his brick Like the brainless prick He's turning out to be, It's the roulette you see, Her tight little gash Keeps swallowing cash Read more...

Poetry - the end-of-waiting room By Beth Mcgann.

	i don't really give a fuck about anything. does it show? i must be belly-white by now, running my finger around the edges of my cell. i make geometry. when the dirt comes it holds my palms together and forces little code-words out of the pores. no mathematics. Read More

Poetry - Rock, Paper, Scissors and You and Me By Holly Roach

	I'm rock and you're scissors And I'll bludgeon you to death with boredom Once again tonight. I'm paper and you're rock, I'll smother you too tight That you can't break free. I'm paper and you're scissors, Read more...

Poetry - Mimic By Katherine Horrex

	My arms are folded. Glancing at you I catch you quick-glancing at I, and a moment later your arms become folded. It's like a dance for the reflective Read more...

Poetry - Somewhere in Mind By Mike Watts
	This place has a crystal river A shimmering snake of colour Drizzling through a landscape Of emerald and sapphire, Framed and hung the thousand times That I've closed my eyes To see it. Read more...