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,

 

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

 

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.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid & Buddha, Jesus, Dao & The Emerald Tablet 

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.

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid