SKЯ3WBALLED

Monday, 2 March 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, 1 March 2026

Sitting Around

I'm just sitting around,

Pounding the ground.

Got too many fears,

To go walking in town.

Social workers ring,

Sayin I need help to think.

But got briefs and lawyers,

And trouble with shrinks.

No one wants to fix my arm,

Guess they think it's self harm.

But no one tried the obvious,

Now I'm left to rot in the farm.

We're all stuck in a human zoo,

Thinking we control what we do.

But we're in a 3D video game,

Zombified robots with no clue.

So I'm sitting around,

Just pounding my ground.

I'm just slipping away,

Into a dream, with no sound.

Sunday, 15 February 2026

SKЯ3W 2

SKЯ3W Epstein, n screw the news,

Vampire Satanic shiz, giving me the blues.

Skr3w the elite, n Skrew the u know who's,

This GoySlops makes us not know what to do.

Right this is a Skrewball all bout SkЯ3win,

It's flesh rot bog clot, hot pot stewin.

I don't care what u might now be doin,

It's time 2 get rap tight, wrong write, SЯ3wball Skrewing.

So the main man ain't 2 happy,

Got a goggled eyed baby, whose turned too dappy.

His wife's asked him 2 change his nippers nappy,

Coz his baby's assholes, gone all crappy.

Sloppy gloopy sunny side ups,

His misses needs a proper measuring cup.

She can't cook eggs so wats da fux up,

Man needs a woman, 2 clean up his muck up.

So fuck this, he's off for a drive,.

But got blue lights flashin, right behind,

TBH he don't really mind,

He shudn't B driving, wen he's legally blind.

So he gets pulled over by the dibble,

There mouths R frothing wiv spit n dribble.

He's getting nicked by PC Wibble,

So cold out here, he's got beach bra nipple.

Man is 1 that don't take shit, from might right bissies,

So gets right fightin tight n silly.

Then some cock cop, whacks him in the willy.

N now gettin clobbered by their extended Billy's.

So now he's in a wagon with a piss head,

Blood splattered alchie, drunk ol dick head.

Get 2 the station 2 get his rights read,

Put in a box 4 a night's free blue bed.

But at midnight he gets a real cop treat,

3 blue come in n he g3ts a mattress beat.

One cop gives him a feather tickle on his feet,

N another 1 gives his balls a mighty ol tweak.

Black blue bubbling cop rot shop,

Escaped from jail, nearly got shot.

Black eye, red eye, nose n snot,

Base balled legs n bloods runnin hot.

But that's the fun of the cops,

Get 6 o'clock knocks on his battered door box.

Rushes to hide all his stolen sox,

N hides his stash like a sly ol fox.

Now got s chicken soup, hot rash, nut sack,

Seems 2 hv got cock rot, from lovin his slag,

But she's in a hump coz she's on the rag,

So off 2 da clinic, 4 a spatula down his crack.

Smallpox, chicken pox, hd em all, small pup,

Bone rot, head blok, now got a sore Cock,

Balls hot, pants dropped, dox got a real shock,

Now it's pecker slot, red hot as in goes da spatula pop.

So this is a bubbled up, fucked up, mental Skrew,

Wat it means I ain't got a fxxking clue.

But I'm jus Skrewballing, all Of u,

N that's my homework for u writing crew,

Saturday, 7 February 2026

Reality

Once you try to define the infinite,

You have already failed.

We are the infinite,

experiencing reality.

Our job is not to seek self,

Self creates ego.

Ego creates separation,

Mind creates fear and ego.

Fear is an illusion,

Fear leads to paralysis.

Fear is your ego,

Ego leads to suffering.

We are just a ripple in the ocean,

Rising when we're born,

Falling when we die.

We are just a part of the ocean.

Ego is fear telling us we are seperate.

Ego is a hallucination.

You're the ocean,

Ego is a ripple that thinks it's the entire ocean.

Love is the only thing thats real.

Love casts out fear and ego.

Courage comes from love.

By love alone do we become one.

As above, so below,

Quantum physics proves that.

We are all connected,

Nothing exists independently.

We are the universe,

We are the divine,

We can't be infinite protecting a dream,

Drop the dream, and return to the whole.

Friday, 6 February 2026

Held It In

The tin that held a little life,

Dramatic events, took all day n night.

A break to party for the plane,

Darkness that snuffed out light.

The tin was the only witness,

Became a cannister full of bliss.

It was the only true survivor,

Cracked baccy tin full of hiss.

A faded container wrap,

That saw the animals bones snap.

Tiny metal survival kit,

Scouting 101 animal trap.

A safety pin was the snare,

Balanced over a twig with care.

SAS survival book taught us,

And now we had the hare.

We all sat around the camp fire,

The plane crash was quite dire,

But at least we now had something to eat,

And survivors partied like a Church choir.

Saturday, 24 January 2026

Blues

My blues aint the tune u might all use,

Coz it's a hangman's noose, that's always loose.

So I slip into my bright blue swede shoes,

The glow seeps thru my skin, like blood thin juice.

I still have that feel of those new bought treds,

When my skin had each brand new blue thread.

It faded through time, like childhood dread,

But still makes me feel warm, like a new sprung bed.

But I aged like the sneaks on my feet,

Without forgetting that aged old sweat beat.

I kept kicking on, like a worn out sheet,

And I smile to every cat, I randomly meet.

It reminds me of my childhood trips,

Standing on the rocks, staring at the ships.

Every crisis has been just another blip,

As I kept rising 2 the top, after every dip.

So 2 me the blues are just the ones n twos,

Flashing behind me, on a nightly peruse.

I put it to the back of my mind, like ancient news,

N let my rhymes tell the clues, 2 my life's unsung blues.

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.