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!

Everyone Thinks

Everyone thinks I'm just a junkee,

But my fix is life, and realitee.

I'v hd more pins than a 2nd hand dartboard,

But got thick skin, n veins like cardboard.

You look at me and just see flee,

But raise ur hand n we can just be.

Runaways, from this manipulative system,

A dried up society, lacking wisdom.

We can be free, birds of a feather,

Flying high, lords of the weather.

Hold my hand n let's kick that can,

The landlord loans, n tick from the man.

We ain't got much, 

But a little is a touch,

Rub those hands n a spark is born,

Spike your like, n pull out that thorn.

So dont look at me, wiv velocity,

I got more 2 my pours, than ur hostility.

So don't drink that fake bate,

Or ever tink it's 2 late.

Heaven can wait, 

it's on renters rebate

Gods inside us anyway, 

There no need to die 2 say hey. 

But as no1s ever seen my tru pain,

This is where I begin again.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Speech

Blue don't like the way I talk,

They say I slur so want to make me walk.

Sorry officer if I don't speak 2 ur like,

But there's no way I'm swapping wheels for a bike.

I pass every drink n drug test,

And I try and talk 2 u my best.

But coz I'm on a medical u hassle me,

Even though I got no driving crimes 2 see.

U keep telling me ur worried coz of my patter,

But what the fuck has that got to matter.

Ur just causing me DVLA shit for fun,

Jus coz u never liked my means n run. 

All you cops are just the same,

Out to ruin another man's game.

Your just ruining my night n day, 

Filling in forms for the DVLA. 

I think I might switch my wheels for a scoot,

Just so I can pass old blue with a 2 finger salute. 

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Notting Hill

In the huge crowd, bustled along,

People dancing, sound systems and chicken sales,

The music pounds, bones shake and we smile,

Cops stand on walls, as mollys sold below,

The huge expensive houses, have devalued to love.

Too much gum chewing, and skins on million pound stairs.

The parade is ignored as we dance in off limit streets,

Bass and drums, and a million moving feet.

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid