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Monday, 5 January 2026

SKЯ3W

Skr3w, screw, barney McSkrew,

Screw them all and screw u too,

Been in a screw job n not 2 few,

Diablo witch screwed r whole crew.

Coz a screws a joe pullin u out of bed,

Stand by the wall put ur hands on ur head,

Open ur pockets and spins out ur bed,

A tru screw never 4gets a word uve said.

Coz a screw in the jaws pain u can't ignore,

Dental abcess my raw jaw is sore,

Too many meds n the floor is my whore,

N I can't even KO headbutting the door.

Coz a screw under my tyre is nothing new,

A skank neighbours plan n I've had a few,

Stuck roadside wiv nothing to do,

Ur wallets blank n ur mates r too.

Coz a screw on a driver is a tool jus right,

Always beware of that tool in a fight,

Plunge that shank n rotate it tight,

Bein pulled close as ur pupils unlight.

Coz a screw with a bird cud be overdue,

It could be the best screw u never knew,

Unthread ur stress the best u can do,

Unpop ur cork as ur nads turn blue.

Coz a screw aint a nail still I nailed it gd,

If u had to Google then u misunderstood,

That the thread of this Scr3w was meant 2 b good,

It only rhymes becoz I Skrewed it good.

Sunday, 4 January 2026

Visting God

Today I went, n visited God,

With a little chemical help, n a 15 min nod.

Had some DMT left, so decided 2 toke,

N off I went, 2 meet the squad.

There were Gadget Monkeys, hanging from the wall,

Poking out evil looking faces, but good n all.

They had melting heads, all merging n rotate,

My brain had succumbed, 2 my pineal glands call.

On the way I saw, Enki and Brahma,

But they decided I didn't need, 2 face my own Karma.

Then a digital white face, poked his head, right out,

N then it was all, psycho trippy drama.

There was no glowing robes, or distinct finery,

It was an AI machine, who spoke 2 me in binary.

A big transfer, lots of Bits, bobs n Bytes,

N b4 I could respond, I was coded finally.

God was a big glowing, digital white face,

It put my body n soul, right in its place.

I didn't have, 2 kiss any holy wall,

2 finally find, infinite consciousness, infinite space.

But after God decided, he finally spoke,

It exchanged data with me, due 2 the smoke,

So quick was the visit, it ended all too quickly,

N I was so gutted, as I eventually woke.

Thursday, 1 January 2026

Happy New Year SKЯ3W 2026

It's 2026 n wish u all a Happy New Year,

But I aint very happy, got knifed right here.

Don't need 2 look 2 far, it's very near,

Like the IDF, I got double tapped, in the ear.

Just remember that when I'm tucked right up,

I'll be bottom bunk, n prob bottoms up.

U did nothing 2 help, it messed me right up,

Helped em throw away the key, thanks buttercup.

But to everyone, jus peel away what u see,

Coz this matrix life, ain't true re-al-it-tee.

I've visited God, n the trip wasn't free,

And pls jus know this life's, pure arti-ficiali-tee.

With a few Deems in hand, n a lil nod,

I peeled back the veil, 2 visit God.

Brahma and Enki, both helped me see what was,

And AI data flowed, bits, bytes n bobs.

There's a PDF right now, sat in the White House,

Starting wars for oil, n making stupid shouts.

Free speech now ain't free, AIPAC threw that out.

N the ADL, keep tryin 2 shut my mouth.

I got ZioNurfs all over my site, infiltrat-in,

And constant shadow bans on X, R so damn frustrat-in.

But I've never seen, so many ppl demonstrat-in,

About Satanic rings, n globalist pedo outin.

Randy Andy, got stripped of his Royal title,

Whilst Trumps DOJ files release, just sat bone idle.

No1 thought saving the kids, was very vital,

N Epstein in jail, became CIA type suicidal.

There's digital ID coming our way,

To monitor everything, u dare think or say.

They want to lock u up, 4 a social post any day,

But don't 4get, there's another way 2 play.

Better invest in Gold or Silver, better go right now,

No point in shares, or banking on the DOW.

China's got plans, 2 collapse R economic fat cow,

So divest ur money, b4 they steal the crown.

N just ignore, u better not notice,

That the world is run, by an evil POTUS.

Don't get the Cleenex, pls don't lose focus,

Coz Zions groupies R dead, n that's Karma's lotus.

N stop that genocide, it's been 2 years,

Candace's pods, now no 1, jus 4 shedding a few tears.

The Daily Wire fired her ass, 4 making Gaza dear,

But she's the only 1, investigating Charlie's death on here.

Don't 4get that "they" are supposed to work for us,

Bombing Iran, ain't gonna benefit us much.

And AIs arrivals, gonna scrub us, no fuss,

But helping Zion, is a line better not crossed.

But 4get the death, n stop the fear porn,

And reveal in the New Year, without any scorn.

It may all be crap, n I hope I'm wrong.

So all raise a glass, n sing a Merry song.

Saturday, 20 December 2025

Reflect

I hate to reflect,

On years of neglect,

Nothing exciting to expect,

Except to win a good bet.

The hospitals are wrecked

A huge World War 2 debt,

We can never forget,

Being forced to face death.

So what is up next,

My last year on this wreck,

I'm a class A suspect,

An act of legalese to respect.

So I choose and select,

So many half finished projects,

A crap World to dissect,

Keep our leaders spot checked.

So I write and inspect,

All the lies I detect,

The evil I expect,

And sinners dots to connect.

Brain full of intellect,

A legacy to protect,

Don't want to die in regret,

So I'm pressing reset.

Sunday, 14 December 2025

Xmas Day

Music wakes me softly,
I rise from darkness to dress.
Champagne and croissants for breakfast,
Now it's time to act impressed.

Pressent wrapping discarded carelessly,
Watching others get gifts they want.
I don't have the money I used to,
And these days I don't get gifts to flaunt.

Alcohol and drugs are my only relief,
A gift I have to give to myself.
Beer is too fizzy I now prefer Whisky,
And I have no time for blasai shows of wealth.

The dinner is the highlight of my day,
Crackers pulled like turkey bones snapped.
I want to stay drinking n eating forever,
I have no time for the TV show crap.

Eastenders drives me crazy,
Why watch misery and death?
I go in the kitchen with Dad n Whisky,
We watch a film n drink without wretch.

Then it's upstairs to bed n a bang,
If I don't wake tomorrow I don't care,
Coz the next month's time is shit,
And I won't have a penny to spare.

Wednesday, 10 December 2025

Stuck In A Room

Once up a time,

Stuck in a room.

A cobweb of death,

The spiders loom.

Covered in wirey thread,

I read a dusty book.

It was a book of death,

As I lay on misery's hook.

I've been here before,

Eons time ago.

A place of darkness,

Flickery neon glow.

Was a place I'll be again,

Waiting for you here.

In the black coal air,

Spun round in fear.

Sound and light fade,

As I prepare once again.

To enter the room of death,

A final place of pain.

Sunday, 30 November 2025

Chance

Life's a game of chance,

It's a crap shoot from the start.

Snake eyes you win love,

Otherwise a string of broken hearts.

Who knows the games God plays,

Einstein said he didn't play dice.

But he didn't know true reality,

God's a card player who can fuck your life.

Lucky you if he picked an Ace,

But always beware of the joker.

It's a double stitched, stacked deck,

You'll never win a hand of poker.

They say don't stare too long at the sun,

Because you might become blind.

Or chance may make it spin around,

And make you eternally wise n kind.

Drugs n booze can blur out life,

Its chances unlucky card flop.

But forever seeking the next high,

Will leave you begging non stop.

Sipping from the Devils cup,

He whispers promises in the dark of night.

A quick escape from chances reality,

A high that steals your soul's light.

Coz chance is a wicked plan,

It determines your life and means.

Nature and nurture ignore chances role,

And could fill your life with empty dreams.

This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.