Chance

Life's a game of chance,

It's a crap shoot from the start.

Snake eyes you win love,

Otherwise a string of broken hearts.

Who knows the games God plays,

Einstein said he didn't play dice.

But he didn't know true reality,

God's a card player who can fuck your life.

Lucky you if he picked an Ace,

But always beware of the joker.

It's a double stitched, stacked deck,

You'll never win a hand of poker.

They say don't stare too long at the sun,

Because you might become blind.

Or chance may make it spin around,

And make you eternally wise n kind.

Drugs n booze can blur out life,

Its chances unlucky card flop.

But forever seeking the next high,

Will leave you begging non stop.

Sipping from the Devils cup,

He whispers promises in the dark of night.

A quick escape from chances reality,

A high that steals your soul's light.

Coz chance is a wicked plan,

It determines your life and means.

Nature and nurture ignore chances role,

And could fill your life with empty dreams.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.

Fate

I seen a rich man beg,

A good man sin,

And a hard man cry.

Seen a cheater win,

A sad man grin,

An honest man lie.

Seen a strong man crumble,

A bad man be good,

An a healthy man die.

Seen a sinner pray,

A god fearer steal,

A Chaplin ask God why.

I've seem the good side of bad,

The downside of up,

And everything inbetween.

I licked the silver spoon,

Drank from the golden cup,

Toked the finest Cali green.

I look at this world,

N ask what the fuck,

What does it all mean?

Theres no real answer,

And I keep getting told,

This worlds just a dream.

So go to sleep,

Don't think too much,

Coz your brain will break.

It's all a sim some say,

So don't worry,

This worlds all fake.

Play away your days,

And don't give 2 shits,

There's no such thing as fate.

But just be prepared,

If all you heard were lies,

And you end up, at the pearly gates.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Sit Down

Sit right down if ur my freind,

Not got 2 many left of mine.

We may never see out the end,

But lets jus enjoy this time.

What's been going on with u?

Forever jus seems just like a min.

Not seen u 4 ages got no clue.

Have u managed to get off the pin?

Have you met a bird u like?

Or are u still running 4 ching?

U got wheels or a stolen bike?

Made any money or golden bling?

There's been 2 much crime,

We may as well enjoy whats left.

Life has no reason or rhyme,

We just gotta do wats in R best.

R lives hv jus been dodging cops,

We never got 2 stay at the Ritz.

There's no point joining dots,

It just seems like one long blitz.

There's a dark cloud coming down,

No point 2 hide it will hit us.

Try to turn that frown upside down,

That cloud will finally kill us.

All R lifes pain will go away,

Smile and jus take whats coming.

It's been a long road with no pay.

Jus think of that happy numbing.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Ever

You ever given change to a stranger in need,

A man on the floor in the rain who begs n pleads.

Spare some change he asks from the floor,

Do you help him out or walk past n ignore?

Maybe if you had to walk a mile in his shoes,

You might know what its like to sing the blues.

You ever rode up to a food bank,

In your expensive Jeep being rude.

Taken all the quality n left the chaff,

Robbed the poor so they had naff?

Maybe if you had to walk a mile in their shoes,

You might know what its like to have to choose.

Ever been in an argument that got out of hand,

A mistaken fight totally unplanned.

Struck him in defence n sparked him out,

Dead on impact so ur jailed for nought.

Maybe if you had to walk a mile in their shoes,

You might know what its like to lose.

Choose, lose,

tied in twos.

Just be a good person,

N don't just think of you.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Hospital Merry Go-Round

I got red raw ulcers n holes,

A proper hospital stay is my goal.

Got blood, thinner than water,

Porter ready to take me off to slaughter.

This is just prison with good food,

Only the meds keep my mellow mood.

I make my own bed,

And have to sort out my own head.

Showers at 4 in the morning,

I'm lucky if I get hot water pouring.

Doctors rounds are battlegrounds,

I can't help but pummel down.

Doctors have heads thicker than wood,

Nothing I say gets understood.

This is a shit merry-go-round,

I might as well sit in the Lost N Found.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved