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!

5 Dead Boys

5 dead boys sitting on a wall,

5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.

5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,

5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.

First there was Ozzy,

He was my good mate,

But he sucked on gas for fun,

Got frozen lungs for his fate.

Second was my mate Gav,

He took one too many sweets,

Was found dead in his Mums bath,

Fully clothed with sunken feet.

They were both my friends,

Now they're both dead,

No one cared but old bill,

Murder arrests, local papers said.

Then was Mario in Spain,

We toked n walked the sand,

He danced n touched the wrong girl,

Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.

N then my old time mate Luke,

Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.

Cancer spread through him like the plague,

He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.

They were all my good friends,

Now they're all brown bread,

I'll be next the Devil said to me,

Making no 5, to join em he said.

5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,

5 dead boys all strutting tall.

Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,

But we all die someday, so heed that call.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Kitchen

Yap, yap, yap.

Clack, clack, clack.

Rarr, rarr, rarr.

Clack, Clack, Crack.

I pour from the bottle,

The smell is raw n almost burning.

A drop spills out the beaker,

washing machine starts churning.

The cold plastic box,

is full to the brim.

Of recyclable rubbish,

I need to put in the bin.

Cloth damp n dank,

I rub through my fingers.

As I load up the machine,

That raw smell it still lingers.

Brrr, brrr, brrr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

rurr, rurr, rurr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid