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.

© 2020 Rob Reid in pain after the dentist put a filling on top of an abscess!

How Can You Be Neutral?

How can you be you neutral and never chose to take a side,

This world is not a fast food restaurant, with a menu to decide.

You cannot be neutral, in this time of forever war,

When the guns feed the rich, and cheap bullets kill the poor.

You cannot be neutral, when troops kill the homeless starving,

When skeletons queue for food, and others are laughing.

You cannot be neutral, when the ill wait in long lines for their health,

Whilst politicians take slide money, to enhance their own wealth.

You cannot be neutral, when people lie straight to your face,

When people are fake, and ignore your world or your place.

You cannot be neutral, when thugs tool innocent folk up,

When dinlows and idiots, fill this beautiful world with their muck.

So I can’t be neutral, this world is fucked up, way too much,

I can’t just smile when I pass you, and grab my own crutch.

So I spend my time in debate, with anarchists, the cancelled, and spies,

And maybe one day people will bother, to open their closed eyes.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

The Witch

The Witch is a bitch,

She lies n she snitch.

Won't even grant a dead man,

A dead mans, dying last wish.

It seems I'm all alone,

With tons of "mates" on my phone.

But even my Facebook friends,

All give me a big fat no.

Seems there's no one I know,

Who will even give it a go.

So there's nothing 2 stop me,

From that death tunnels white glow.

The mates that I thought,

Gave me a 2 fingered naught.

Never pretend u got friends,

Even the ones that you've bought.

Coz the worst mates in the world,

Blow hot shit, then ice cold.

U thought you were friends,

But their friendship had to be sold.

All their lies to your face,

Never ever seemed out of place.

You pour ur heart out to them,

But they then walk off in haste.

So Fuck all them FaceFuck friends,

Your friendships all pure pretend.

Screw that chat log in the bin,

N admit ur friendships a dead end.

So it's all downhill from here,

I've got loads of prison 2 fear.

So when the reaper pulls the trigger,

I'll happily bleed out like a deer.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Ice Cream

All I want is an ice cream,

White choc to supplement sunbeams.

Maybe a double caramel Magnum,

Might stop me sucking a chocolate handgun.

Get me a sticky orange flavoured Solero,

Licking the juice as I ride life's hectic rodeo.

Might get a multi pack double toffee meal,

Stopping me thinking bout heavens plea deal. 

Or get me a multi pack of 3 cornettos,

Lickin away lifes drama n sorrows.

Or try a new pink champagne lemonade, 

Savour the sweet cherry ice as pain fades.

Lets make my own bag of frozen iced popsicle, 

As I write my latest dissident article. 

But I've got no money for an ice cream,

So my brains kept in this crazy heat daydream. 

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Wildness

Once I heard the wildness outside,

I felt a thunder storm in my mind.

Wild beasts seem to have calmer times,

I'd spent a lifetime, listing all my crimes.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

All I wanted, was run and hide.

Wandering foxes, shine in head beams at night,

As wheely bins are torn on sight.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

I felt a lightning strike, deep inside.

Little frogs crawling out of fright,

Hop to bushes, as feet walk pass by.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

It made me feel warm, tucked up tight.

But sparrows nesting in loft, summertime,

Feel like axes, pecking at my mind.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

It made me wonder, what is life?

For all this nature, and all is bright,

My own future wildness, is cast aside.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Queen

Brooding mare, striking hair, 

Rebellious our Queen, Boadicea,

Red, white and blue,

She was the English overseer.

Her chariot storms the troops, 

Romans shaken with fear,

Arrows fly like sparrows, 

Axe weilded against spear. 

Her hair browny, red and firey, 

Ends plated with blood flares, 

She storms the Latin invaders,

Striking Romes soldiers with dare.

Battling for her home and people, 

Against the Roman legions, 

Smash, blood, and crackle,

She leads the British region. 

Faces painted with blue paint, 

Rolling bales of tar aflame, 

Soldiers run and dive for cover, 

"Holy Zeus", Centurions exclaim. 

Romans sent by Emperor Hadrian, 

Lost became the fate of the 9th legion. 

Due to our killer Queen Boadicea, 

The Romans were eventually beaten. 

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

(This won the Facebook Group competition May 2025)

Ghost Parties

I'm constantly partying with Ghosts,

My dead friends being the hosts.

We rave to House in my dreams,

Lots of sweets n unlimited means.

Cream cakes, booze n smack,

Pregabs, ice cream, an ickle of crack.

Chilling, watching comedy n chat,

Making designs for all r new tats.

We gouch out, giggle n laugh,

Telling old stories of R mad past.

But my lost friends are all in ma head,

I only get to party with the dead.

N at the end I tell em I'll phone.

Then I wake up n realise I'm all alone.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved