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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...

Tuesday, 2 June 2026

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!

Monday, 1 June 2026

Writing

I can't write, I can't type,

My internals R in a fight,

The light in my dots, is 2 bright,

N my stretched skin, is flared white.


I don't feel tops, to see youz,

But still want, to be with youz. 

You're fundenental, my writing crew,

I'm jus 2 twisted up, 2 write wiv uz.


U don't want to see the ooze,

From my wounds, seepin thru the gooze, 

Or numeriz cutsiz n bruise, 

All cluz 2 my need, 2 b soothed.


Or the darts in my eyes, 

As I try n fail 2 disguise. 

The pain n anguise inside, 

From a kneecap 2 my ego n pride.


So I sit alone, in my own zone, 

Ignoring constant beeps, on my phone. 

Soon my home won't be my own,

I'm vanished, alone, time wasted in stone.


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