SKЯ3WBALLED

Monday, 17 February 2025

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, 16 February 2025

Planned Obsolescence

We're all just planned obsolescence,

All r bodies sitting on a fence.

Don't dare spend another cent,

Our GDP relies on all R debt.

We're like a broken TV set,

A resisters gone, I'd hv a bet.

So go think ur TV is a wreck,

N spend a grand on credit debt.

We r all just cogs in their machine,

A Robber Barrons Capitalist dream.

There ain't no good life 2 b seen,

Your just funding politicians dreams.

What happened to the socialist parties?

They swerved 2 the right 4 lobbiest smarties.

Arthur Scargil n his worker armies,

All got beat by SAS horse rodees.

Northern towns all turned dead,

No jobs, dole was 3 million a head.

So people turned 2 drugs n death,

N £ spent, cud hv kept jobs instead.

We need a new peoples party,

No lobbying n £ spent properly.

No endless wars, debt is costly,

Nationalise our shit, R train traks R all rusty.

We're all just planned obsolescence,

The world's breaking the global fence.

N if u think this lifes 4 u, ur pretty dense,

I said my rhyme, that's my 2 cents.

Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Back To Bed

So chilling cold,

Ruffle n snuffle,

I'm lying here,

Back to bed.

Take your time,

It's all you have.

Mine is up,

Pass my fuckeries cup.

Choca Mocha.

Rice krispiees,

N a butter crosiant with jam.

I toke the vape,

Eyes as wide as I can.

Got a broken nose,

And blood on my knees.

Full of metal,

Pain and krackle,

Trickee tackle, when I walk.

But a smile on my face,

When I see a bird to talk.

Be a good boy,

Is what my mama said.

But I chose to be naughty,

That's why I'm back to bed.

Tuesday, 21 January 2025

Willow

Staring through double glass,

At our tall white willow.

Thick window pass,

As I sink into pillow.

I want this to pass,

A painful memory.

Slipping school class,

To avoid my young enemy.

Stared into my mirror,

A double blot reflection.

Never run with scissors,

A youthful infection.

I can't help to believe,

My youthful distractions.

Only wanted to receive,

Less school letter infractons.

Fighting playground bullies,

To stop unhelpful young males.

I'm pulling endless pullies,

A maze of dead end sales.

Sold out the American dreams,

No REM sleep for my head.

Rub my rash with Mums creams,

And time pass wishes in bed.

I don't know what this all makes,

Apart from a head full of pains.

A life full of heart breaks,

And nothing is to be gained.

Wednesday, 1 January 2025

Happy New Year SKЯ3W 2025

It's another a happy new year SKЯ3W,

N I'm not sure what to do.

I know nothing, I need a clue,

But still a Merry 2,0,2,5 Year to U.

We got a sky full of drones,

N AIs infiltrated all R phones.

And in very hushed tones,

There's probably Donald Trump clones.

The Palestinians war in Gaza,

Is still a genocidal palaver.

It's a sick racial carve up,

N we can't even post the drama.

N then we go to Ukraine,

Where the Democrats went insane.

Hunters Bio labs were a drain,

NATO thinkin nuclear wars jus a game.

But over here in the UK,

What can we now legally say?

Starmer's secret police is on its way,

Go N delete them social media memes away.

He ain't got the ppl on his side,

N there's probably gonna be a farmers strike.

Clarkson n Farage R causing riots,

N we're all waiting for a new plebiscite.

We got clashes with police violence,

Over Albanian coke dealing migrants.

Just know that Turkish barber parlance,

Is from their white snot stuck a mile up.

So what 2 say about me,

Life ain't been a great party.

I got winters jip on my metal knee,

N still no shrink will go near me.

And I got a diseased heart problem,

N a lil chronic liver disease problem.

Don't forget my swollen leg problem,

N a teeny weeny legal problem.

Now u might think a SKЯ3W,

Is an easy poem 2 pen, or do.

My rhymes r easy, but dark n blue,

But I recite wiv a gob full of glue.

But enuff about me,

We see this New Year in with glee.

N if an AI robot takes ur job pls,

Don't blame my own coding deeds!

So it's another New Year,

Go N pour another beer.

Don't shed any Skrewball tears,

Coz I still hope 2 spread some cheer!

Monday, 9 December 2024

Goodbye Dad

This goodbye poems to my Dad,

It's the hardest poem pen 2 pad,

N makes me so, so, sad,

I'm so, so, sorry I made u crazy mad.

Sorry for the short candle wick,

I know I was a proper dick.

Fucking about, getting nicked,

Fighting police n acting a prick.

Sometimes I thought we'd actually fight,

Drunken rows n throwing r might.

It didn't matter who was right.

I'd B upstairs angry 4 the night.

Argued over the kitchen table,

About war, politics, n news fables.

I was painted with a black label,

We'd make Mum cry, N go unstable.

I was ignored from around 14,

True, I was prob an awful teen.

But Lorna seemed 2 get all the glean,

Though she seemed just as mean.

I know I was on drugs very young,

Toking dubs, banging, acting dumb.

Still u always held ur tongue.

Even tho I was a black sheep son.

All those police 6 clock knocks,

I used to wake at 6 on the dot.

Pigs searching thru my pants n socks,

Me standing in 2 many court docks.

Sorry Dad for all the knocks on ur door,

Cops raiding ur home, crimes 2 the core.

All my clothes thrown on the floor,

I couldn't hv got arrested any more.

It was only later on we got on,

After I left home n got on my own.

U seemed to treat me like a son,

On Thursdays, we even had some fun.

We used to hav joy down the lake,

Walking in the woods a Sunday take.

Chewing the chud for no good sake,

N fishing with our hands ffs!

U always helped me out, wen I was stuck,

Didn't matter the price in bucks.

Car crashes, n cash wen I clucked,

Any help I needed, I was in luck.

U became more of a mate than a Dad,

N this is what screws me bad.

Wish I made most of the time we had.

And it cuts me deep 2 not B ur lad.

I'll be going away soon for good,

Nothing can stop it I wish I cud.

I did something bad, I knew I wud,

So I hope we both understood.

That I love u Dad whatever I did,

Pissed disputes, cop raids n shit.

Police can do one, I'm still ur kid.

I wish my life was different, every bit.

I was going to be there at ur end,

But shits happened I can't pretend.

Not 2 B with u drives me round the bend.

I leave u with sadness hope u ken?

Sunday, 1 December 2024

Messing

Note: Its meant to be read fast a bit like a song, each stanza quickly in one go. A bit like a Kasabian song.

1, I'm messing with the enemy,

Don't need 2 sell my soul 4 free,

He's already inside of me,

Watching from a gallery.

2, he's just another trick,

Playing the devil jus 4 kicks,

He's making my brain proper sick,

Seems I'm on another trip.

3, he's running my body ill,

So I'm crushing up another pill,

As I watch, my very own blood spill,

He's got me under an evil spell.

4, my mind cant ignore,

The pain inside my inner core,

He's got me rolling on the floor,

Please, find me an entrance door.

5, he's coming 4 me, I got the fear,

Handing me, another beer,

All 2 keep my mind unclear,

Messing with my mind, pls help me dear!

6, he's destroyed my mental health,

I think i need some proper help,

But no1 seems 2 want 2 help,

So I'm stuck on this running belt.

7, it's coming towards the end,

I can't see, around the bend,

So can u find an angel 2 send,

Or I'll be in another Sim again.

Damn!