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!

Fuck AI

So pls ppl, just fuck AI,
If you wanna know Y?
This might B the last poem,
Real poetry, not written by AI.

Don't cry, just say goodbye,
To all us writers n poets,
That will be replaced,
By BOTs N OpenAI.

So die, die,
We're all going to die.
Don't ask me why,
Go ask the coders of AI.

Artificial intelligence,
Won't ever recompense.
Sacked 4 being dense?
IQ tests will B irrelevant.

We R all on the shit list,
As greedy bosses dismiss us.
Computers sure won't miss us,
Their code compressed n pissed us! 

So school kids now all download GPT,
For em no more school D's n E's.
BOTs write their essays by tea,
N teachers can't distinguish see?

I spent 28 years writing code,
But never saw a neural node.
Might as well hit the road,
Learn a trade b4 R jobs all go.

It's sex bots 4 ur virginity, 
All ur time spent in virtual reality.
Dunno if ur real or in AI 3D,
We'll all B on UBIs n fuck all money! 

So we're all gonna die, die.
Skynet will soon B coming by.
Terminator nuke fest hullaby,
So unplug ur wires n say goodbye.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I'VE BEEN SKЯ3W3D

Some thought I was kind.

I made a few girls smile,

N I had a few laughs, 

As I stumbled 4 miles.

Sister was my parents child,

So they thought, sweet n mild. 

I was the black sheep, 

So everything I did was wild.  

But I did a bad thing, 

It was serious I think. 

I can't even remember the act, 

Or even get a good shrink. 

Police came mob handed, 

Bent cops, drugs were planted. 

2Neighbours watch dismayed,

As I was carted off n man handled.

Brief said go "no comment", 

It was a bad moment, 

As the crime was recited,

N I faced my opponents. 

That cold empty cell, 

With that stale toilet smell.

Crushed up in the blue mattress, 

Rattling cold in laws hell. 

I got a Police grey jog suit, 

But I'm now lookin at a law suit, 

I'm going away 4 a long time,

So pls giv me some dub 2 toke. 

Coz I don't need to sell my soul, 

The Devils already got full hold.

I signed his contract, 

To avoid Dantes dark hole. 

The world's a cruel jungle, 

I despair at liars mumbles. 

You can keep that green veg,

 I'll eat the apple crumble. 

Girls would sell themselves n go, 

Hassle rattled their dealers flow. 

NHS paid 4 their dead babies,

As a shotter ain't marrying a Crack Hoe. 

I used 2 sell some food, 

Dark or White, was up to u.

It's food for any dark soul,

N my souls been well abused.

But being just alive, 

Was a shitty way 2 survive. 

Going on the earn, 

Jus 2 play the Devils pipe. 

Smoked a mountain of Crack, 

It gave me heart attacks. 

Now it ain't beating too well,

N my bodies got no slack. 

So I put the Devils pipe away,

There was no good tune 2 play.

No more ash on Coke cans, 

Or rainy alley way sways. 

One day some1 might find, 

My body, dead cold n blind. 

Smelling of defacation,

Cold wirey smoke killed mine. 

Life had treated me crook, 

My dead body was thrown in a brook. 

There was no funeral n wake 4 me. 

But did anyone bother 2 look? 

@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

WILD

In the alley’s gr8 escape,

My souls caught on a deadly hook.

A needle whispers 2 my veins,

“I’m that one you chose n took.”

Dub smoke curls like ghostly fists,

Choking on my forgotten sin.

Pulse rapid like some time bomb,

It's too late, I can't begin.

Smacks a warm lovers embrace,

A kiss that stopped my heart beat.

My brain skipped 2 a dead man’s groove,

The drums banging constant defeat.

My lungs collapse like paper bags,

Every breath a stolen prize.

Eyeballs roll back 2 meet the void,

I forever close my bloodshot eyes.

OD’s shadows claim the weak,

Coffins filled with lifes regret.

Mourners weep in pawn stores,

Debts they can’t escape or forget.

Pain’s a nasty 4 letter word,

That claws beneath my itchy skin.

Screams echos thru holes of pain,

Where daylight’s worn it paper thin.

Anger brews in shot glass swigs,

Double Vodka shots of hate.

Crime’s the only language left,

When fate slams the entry gate.

Police sirens wail like lullabies,

4 the damned n forever lost.

2 the grave or 2 the cage,

Either way, it's a deadly cost.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Robber Barons

Capitalism was designed 2 be a bad bet,

N this Skrew can't get u out of bankers made debt.

But in world full of dollar driven crime,

It's a self inflicted crime 4 me not 2 rhyme.

So whether u owe it, or don't even know it,

Or hv blown it, or just don't want 2 show it.

Those chains around R collective brains,

R all just Robber Baron crafted pains.

So get ur head out the paper jail clink,

N prevent Wall St more cash 2 drink.

4 all that money u hv in the bank,

R just digital nos meant 2 rank.

Your worth 2 the governments police,

Give names 2 the Inland Revenue next 2 fleese.

We can't afford 2 feed or house the poor,

But there's always enuff 2 fund another war.

Starvation of the broke world masses,

The division of common man into classes.

R all just more Deep State ways,

To eek more money out of us 2 pay.

For their mansions, cars, butlers n planes,

Whilst u sit trapped, stuck on inside lanes.

So stop 2 help fund the 1% connected few,

N crush those glass high towers, n start anew.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

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. 

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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.

@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid