Private Record

This private record,

It plays for me,

No-one else.

The words have special  meanings,

Only I can hear.

Everyone else is just blinded by the noise.

Only I can understand,

The hidden meaning of the band.

The secret message is getting me going,

Winding me up.

How do they fucking know?

Why are they singing this about me?

I turn around to see if anyone has noticed.

They haven’t.

Its safe, for a while.

I have received the message and noted mentally,

Every single word that was meant for me.

Now I turn it off.

I don’t want anyone else to hear,

My secret song, my hidden fear.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

The Man In The Spoon

I sit with my fix,

Alone in my chair.

The man in the spoon,

With gear for hair.

He winks as he smiles,

His dirty grin.

The juice of his blood,

I inject through a pin.

His aura is dark,

The buzz keeps me sane.

A sudden hit of lethargy,

Seeps through my brain.

My eyes are his,

As he looks into the sky.

A brainwashing exercise,

The need to get high.

Our meeting of minds,

Entwine another earth.

A life long habit,

The mans secret curse.

Before long its all over,

His presence starts to fade.

A scores worth of junk,

My day he's just made.

I turn the spoon over,

I need him no more.

He's tucked away carefully,

Until the next time I score.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Another old poem I found from my 2002 website at the height of my drug abuse.

Court Appearance

I’m back in court,

Back in the dock,

Waiting to receive,

My short sharp shock.

My mates in the gallery,

I give them a wink,

I play with my cuffs,

Close my eyes and think.

Why am I here?,

Why did I come?

Why didn’t I skip bail?

Go on the run?

I had no choice,

That’s fucking why,

Its like that old saying,

You don’t choose when to die.

Fuck the system!

Fuck the police!

Who gives a toss,

About a breach of the peace.

The GBH,

I can maybe understand,

Using the full force,

The law of the land.

But swearing at a pig,

Who gives a shit,

I sure don’t feel sorry,

For that copper I hit.

Attempted theft,

Well I did my best,

They caught me with some,

But I got away with the rest.

Stashed it up good,

Along with my drugs,

Never realised,

They had my house bugged.

At six o’clock AM,

They break down my door,

Drag me out of bed,

Cuff me up on the floor.

I struggle of course,

As much as I could,

But the pigs had me proper,

They beat me up good.

Banged up in a cell,

All day and all night,

Clucking my tits off,

With no end in sight.

They offered me money,

To grass on my mates,

But snitches are bad,

All informers I hate.

No comment interview,

Was the way to go,

I might get off,

You never know.

So they kept me locked up,

Until today,

Led me to court,

So what shall I say?

Shall I plead guilty,

Or go for innocence,

I might get off lightly,

For a first offence.

But it’s not you see,

My record is long,

I’m a very naughty boy,

Don’t know right from wrong.

I need a good spanking,

It might put me right,

But they’re sure to send me down,

Keep me well out of sight.

My brief does the blag,

But it isn’t enough,

I can sense in the air,

That I’m basically stuffed.

My lawyer argues hard,

Even makes me sound good,

But I can tell that the judge,

Thinks I’m a boy from the hood.

A danger to society,

He preaches from the bench,

The prosecutor smirks,

The ugly old wench.

They all want my blood,

I can tell by their stares,

I wouldn’t be surprised,

If I was sent to the chair.

So the sentence is read out,

I step back in shock,

The Group 4 guards,

Take me down from the dock.

5 years I’ve got,

Guilty I’m found,

Banged to rights,

I’m going down.

The gallery boo,

My Mum shakes her head,

I don’t think I’ll survive,

I’m better off dead.

I’m led away,

Down into the cells,

This is just the beginning,

Of my personal hell.

So the moral of the story,

Well it is of a sort,

Do whatever you want,

Just don’t get caught.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Another old poem I found from my 2002 website. It seems I was going to court a lot at that time from the contents!

Chuffed At Court

I went to court today,

I was taken by surprise,

The judge was smoking a spliff,

I couldn't believe my eyes!

He gave my brief a blowback,

They started talking shit.

The witness was on acid,

And freaking on a bad trip.

The prosecution asked,

Is this some kind of joke?

If it is then fuck you all,

As he got out his stash of coke.

The usher got excited,

and fell upon his back.

Lying there with a 2 ml works,

In his arm, having a hit of smack.

I asked about my punishment,

The judge couldn't give a damn.

He said "Go spend your money wisely boy",

And buy yourself a gram.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

An old poem I had totally forgot about from an old website I used to have with poems from people in Prison that used to send them out to me to publish along with my own work. Was a total surprise to find this stash of old writing!