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A "Skrewball poem" , or in short "a Skrew" , is a poem with short lines and multiple rhyming or repeated words, often wi...

Saturday, 23 August 2025

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!

Tuesday, 12 August 2025

V2

So what the fuck to do?
Got 4 letter  agencies following me like a crew.
GROK says they monitor my news,
So I'm not paranoid if it's true.

I'm not running from them or gonna split,
So get the whistle out for a lick.
No one ever passes the white quick,
N I always make sure I ain't gear sick.

Crank that pranged dub step,
But pay me back, never forget.
I'm not a man that likes debt,
So you got to put my wallet bak on reset.

Got no need to sell my soul,
The Devil's already found a hole.
Am I really sinking into Lucifer's control,
Coz it's all rehash from Prometheus's role.

I swear I don't need a gun,
I swear I don't even own a gun,
I swear I don't have a gun,
BANG BANG, your gone!

What do you expect?
I'm a man prone to neglect.
A suspicious brain full of suspect,
And I hardly feel any regret.
 
I got an exchange for change,
But U can't ask me to behave.
I got this world firm in my range,
N only this simulation will age.

Coz these are the end times,
So why not enjoy our crimes.
Before the four horses ride,
And the 6 headed beast arise.

This is AI's final takeover,
We can't be saved by a Biblical Passover.
It's Terminator Skynet time war,
So what the fuck we waiting for?


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