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Monday, 10 August 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.


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

Sunday, 9 August 2026

Court

Beep, beep, beep, 

Got no sleep.

My fams outside, 

2 collect the black sheep. 


Coz court is sport, 

But judgement aint short. 

3 hour time 4 a crime, 

Mad circus, I'm fraught. 


Statements of fact, 

Contain bull crap. 

Was medically frazzled, 

Now it's a lethal attack. 


Stuck with no defence,

All my shrinks were bent.

Paper files all destroyed, 

Now a new beak has bn sent. 


She's read no dox, 

Admitting from her spot.

So I'm looking at a stretch,

From her eyes 2 the dock.


Would hv gone down, 

Never seen round town.

Guess it was my health n shiz, 

That got me out of the pound. 


I thought life wud get better, 

But drama with each letter.

I'm in a black hole of depress,

Tryin not to think of the big shredder.


Dunno what to do, 

Doctors got no clue.

Gettin sent round the houses, 

It's all givin me the blues. 


What is the point of this life, 

If all I got is pain, trouble, n strife. 

Got to find a reason to breathe, 

Coz it's just mad stress all the time. 



@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid


Sunday, 19 July 2026

Everyone Thinks

Everyone thinks I'm just a junkee,

But my fix is life, and realitee.


I'v hd more pins than a 2nd hand dartboard,

But got thick skin, n veins like cardboard.


You look at me and just see flee,

But raise ur hand n we can just be.


Runaways, from this manipulative system,

A dried up society, lacking wisdom.


We can be free, birds of a feather,

Flying high, lords of the weather.


Hold my hand n let's kick that can,

The landlord loans, n tick from the man.


We ain't got much, 

But a little is a touch,


Rub those hands n a spark is born,

Spike your like, n pull out that thorn.


So dont look at me, wiv velocity,

I got more 2 my pours, than ur hostility.


So don't drink that fake bate,

Or ever tink it's 2 late.


Heaven can wait, 

it's on renters rebate


Gods inside us anyway, 

There no need to die 2 say hey. 


But as no1s ever seen my tru pain,

This is where I begin again.


@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Saturday, 18 July 2026

Speech

Blue don't like the way I talk,

They say I slur so want to make me walk.


Sorry officer if I don't speak 2 ur like,

But there's no way I'm swapping wheels for a bike.


I pass every drink n drug test,

And I try and talk 2 u my best.


But coz I'm on a medical u hassle me,

Even though I got no driving crimes 2 see.


U keep telling me ur worried coz of my patter,

But what the fuck has that got to matter.


Ur just causing me DVLA shit for fun,

Jus coz u never liked my means n run. 


All you cops are just the same,

Out to ruin another man's game.


Your just ruining my night n day, 

Filling in forms for the DVLA. 


I think I might switch my wheels for a scoot,

Just so I can pass old blue with a 2 finger salute. 


© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Saturday, 4 July 2026

Notting Hill

In the huge crowd, bustled along,

People dancing, sound systems and chicken sales,

The music pounds, bones shake and we smile,

Cops stand on walls, as mollys sold below,

The huge expensive houses, have devalued to love.

Too much gum chewing, and skins on million pound stairs.

The parade is ignored as we dance in off limit streets,

Bass and drums, and a million moving feet.



© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Friday, 26 June 2026

Heat

I can't stand this heat,

Got Cancer on the beat.

My socks and pants are soggen,

Sweat drenched, ass n feet.


I can't move I'm frazzled,

A statue, no1 wud be dazzled.

Stuck still to my duvet,

N I'm wishing I was razzled. 


My temp is higher than outside, 

I got a crumple for a ride. 

Go dizzy every time I get up, 

Kissing carpet, as if I nearly died. 


Dr Pepper's run out, so's my Coke, 

N my Vapes nearly run out of smoke. 

Don't dare to go out the front door, 

Coz I'll blackout, in this hot air choke. 


My neighbours been good to me, 

Helping as I stagger, can hardly see. 

Carrying my bags for me to the door, 

Making sure I don't crumple in a heap. 


Drip drop, sweat drips on my phone, 

From my eyes n nose, my head wets the tone, 

I cannot type the keyboards all wet, 

Can't even call someone, stuck here alone. 


I hate this heat, who would love it, 

Rocking and swaying eyes all sweat blitz, 

I don't want Chemtrails, don't want blue rain, 

Just want a cold shower, n the weather can shove it



© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Saturday, 20 June 2026

Painting

I loved that painting so much,

Wanting to reach out so much to touch.

The colours were so rich, I was in love,

Just staring at it gave me a rush.


I wanted to be in it, so real to view,

Wished I could be a character it knew.

The colours leaked from the canvas as if new,

Dripping colours, bright reds, violets, and blue.


The characters so clear I was immersed,

People were so alive, we conversed.

I was inside the painting, my mind was burst,

A character wishing for reality like thirst.


I loved that painting so much,

I was sucked into it, immediately on touch.

I looked back into a crowd in a bunch,

And saw people stare at me, silent in hush.


At first I didn't see the big deal, 

People staring at me, eyes frozen cold steel.

But now I was in this painting for real,

Forever hanging on the wall, for visitors to feel.



© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid