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!

Court

Beep, beep, beep, 

Got no sleep.

My fams outside, 

2 collect the black sheep. 

Coz court is sport, 

But judgement aint short. 

3 hour time 4 a crime, 

Mad circus, I'm fraught. 

Statements of fact, 

Contain bull crap. 

Was medically frazzled, 

Now it's a lethal attack. 

Stuck with no defence,

All my shrinks were bent.

Paper files all destroyed, 

Now a new beak has bn sent. 

She's read no dox, 

Admitting from her spot.

So I'm looking at a stretch,

From her eyes 2 the dock.

Would hv gone down, 

Never seen round town.

Guess it was my health n shiz, 

That got me out of the pound. 

I thought life wud get better, 

But drama with each letter.

I'm in a black hole of depress,

Tryin not to think of the big shredder.

Dunno what to do, 

Doctors got no clue.

Gettin sent round the houses, 

It's all givin me the blues. 

What is the point of this life, 

If all I got is pain, trouble, n strife. 

Got to find a reason to breathe, 

Coz it's just mad stress all the time. 

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