NWO

Span flipped n double clipped,

I'm hung neck tight fully zipped.

Suffocate on lies til ur ripped n pipped,

Block em out n stay tight lipped.

Cream crackered splat n knackered,

Play a song I'm totally clappered,

Recognise my brain is totally splattered,

And nothing I ever did really mattered.

So explode the clones n dead drop zones,

We'll never know those AI drones.

Hacked phones and Israeli clones,

Is it better off being home alone? 

The New World Order is mortal disorder,

Don't drive too far it's out of order.

Bilderberg meetings taped on recorder,

We're set for a total global reorder.

Your sanity replaced by virtual reality,

Bank cards stopped it's a trajedy,

Your family fallacy destoyed rapidly,

So ignore your apathy and disobey calamity happily.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Happy New Year SKЯ3W 2026

It's 2026 n wish u all a Happy New Year,

But I aint very happy, got knifed right here.

Don't need 2 look 2 far, it's very near,

Like the IDF, I got double tapped, in the ear. 

Just remember that when I'm tucked right up, 

I'll be bottom bunk, n prob bottoms up.

U did nothing 2 help, it messed me right up, 

Helped em throw away the key, thanks buttercup. 

But to everyone, jus peel away what u see, 

Coz this matrix life, ain't true re-al-it-tee. 

I've visited God, n the trip wasn't free, 

And pls jus know this life's, pure arti-ficiali-tee. 

With a few Deems in hand, n a lil nod, 

I peeled back the veil, 2 visit God. 

Brahma and Enki, both helped me see what was, 

And AI data flowed, bits, bytes n bobs. 

There's a PDF right now, sat in the White House, 

Starting wars for oil, n making stupid shouts. 

Free speech now ain't free, AIPAC threw that out. 

N the ADL, keep tryin 2 shut my mouth. 

I got ZioNurfs all over my site, infiltrat-in, 

And constant shadow bans on X, R so damn frustrat-in. 

But I've never seen, so many ppl demonstrat-in, 

About Satanic rings, n globalist pedo outin. 

Randy Andy, got stripped of his Royal title, 

Whilst Trumps DOJ files release, just sat bone idle. 

No1 thought saving the kids, was very vital, 

N Epstein in jail, became CIA type suicidal. 

There's digital ID coming our way, 

To monitor everything, u dare think or say. 

They want to lock u up, 4 a social post any day, 

But don't 4get, there's another way 2 play. 

Better invest in Gold or Silver, better go right now, 

No point in shares, or banking on the DOW. 

China's got plans, 2 collapse R economic fat cow, 

So divest ur money, b4 they steal the crown. 

N just ignore, u better not notice, 

That the world is run, by an evil POTUS. 

Don't get the Cleenex, pls don't lose focus, 

Coz Zions groupies R dead, n that's Karma's lotus. 

N stop that genocide, it's been 2 years,

Candace's pods, now no 1, jus 4 shedding a few tears.

The Daily Wire fired her ass, 4 making Gaza dear, 

But she's the only 1, investigating Charlie's death on here.

Don't 4get that "they" are supposed to work for us,

Bombing Iran, ain't gonna benefit us much.

And AIs arrivals, gonna scrub us, no fuss,

But helping Zion, is a line better not crossed.

But 4get the death, n stop the fear porn, 

And reveal in the New Year, without any scorn.

It may all be crap, n I hope I'm wrong. 

So all raise a glass, n sing a Merry song. 

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

5 Dead Boys

5 dead boys sitting on a wall,

5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.

5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,

5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.

First there was Ozzy,

He was my good mate,

But he sucked on gas for fun,

Got frozen lungs for his fate.

Second was my mate Gav,

He took one too many sweets,

Was found dead in his Mums bath,

Fully clothed with sunken feet.

They were both my friends,

Now they're both dead,

No one cared but old bill,

Murder arrests, local papers said.

Then was Mario in Spain,

We toked n walked the sand,

He danced n touched the wrong girl,

Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.

N then my old time mate Luke,

Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.

Cancer spread through him like the plague,

He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.

They were all my good friends,

Now they're all brown bread,

I'll be next the Devil said to me,

Making no 5, to join em he said.

5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,

5 dead boys all strutting tall.

Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,

But we all die someday, so heed that call.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Fuck AI

So pls ppl, just fuck AI,
If you wanna know Y?
This might B the last poem,
Real poetry, not written by AI.

Don't cry, just say goodbye,
To all us writers n poets,
That will be replaced,
By BOTs N OpenAI.

So die, die,
We're all going to die.
Don't ask me why,
Go ask the coders of AI.

Artificial intelligence,
Won't ever recompense.
Sacked 4 being dense?
IQ tests will B irrelevant.

We R all on the shit list,
As greedy bosses dismiss us.
Computers sure won't miss us,
Their code compressed n pissed us! 

So school kids now all download GPT,
For em no more school D's n E's.
BOTs write their essays by tea,
N teachers can't distinguish see?

I spent 28 years writing code,
But never saw a neural node.
Might as well hit the road,
Learn a trade b4 R jobs all go.

It's sex bots 4 ur virginity, 
All ur time spent in virtual reality.
Dunno if ur real or in AI 3D,
We'll all B on UBIs n fuck all money! 

So we're all gonna die, die.
Skynet will soon B coming by.
Terminator nuke fest hullaby,
So unplug ur wires n say goodbye.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Digging

Ultrasound, 

Vein found.

Scanner needed,

Nurses pleaded.

Veins very deep,

Chose 2 keep.

Arteries everywhere,

So dig with care.

Sharp scratch,

Nice catch.

Red flows in,

From a vertical pin.

2nd hand dartboard,

Diggers I ignored.

Happy nurses,

I hardly noticed.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved

Guess Now This is Life

Dying men,

Crying friends. 

Here 2 mend, 

Near their end. 

Hot coffee,

N sticky toffee.

Don't cry n plea, 

Let's look n see.

Open PC consoles,

Have a nose.

Blood pressure rose,

Coz my Mum showed.

Mental health,

List of wealth.

Psychotic dealt,

Depressive melt.

Just met a girl,

Used 2 bang n whirl.

Now a twig hurl,

Health dealt a curl.

Nepalese nurses,

Abandonded purses.

Mooching curses,

Open hearses.

Don't pay a fee, 

NHS is free.

Nice nurses 2 see, 

All helping me.

Not that they can, 

Off 4 a scan. 

This wasn't my plan, 

But I'm on life's ban. 

Guess now this is life,

Won't be getting a wife.

Not joining lowlife, 

I'll end mine with a knife.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

A Pointless Task

I put those leads to my nips from the battery in the car,

Hoped for the best but just ended up looking at stars.

So I drank 250ml of that lovely oral morph,

Did squat all so I wanna be squashed down to a dwarf.

A jump from Ben Nevis 2 the floor but it’s up Scotland,

N I can’t afford the petrol for my body to land.

Once I tried a blade just to try on my wrist,

But I got no blood inside me so it was a worthless risk.

I took a box of blues and then a bottle of zans,

Woke in an airbag halfway through a wall in a stolen van.

I’m running of ideas to try and top myself,

My body just doesn’t wanna seem to kill itself.

So I’m depressed n mad n sad n can hardly move,

But my bodies got something in it that won’t let me lose.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Deaths Rattle

I got cold sweats, in full sets, but feel too hot to feel wet,

These duff pegs, are half dead, but they still keep me rolling around in bed.

My pain is immense, but every doctor’s 2 cents, seems too dense,

So I’ve got to decide, no offence, which way to fall off, this spiked fence.

I have dead teary eyes, coz I know there’ll be no happy goodbyes,

That dark fear I feel inside, was only meant for the wise.

Coz my bodies a true mess, n I've got a head bulging full of stress,

As an old teacher, once said in jest, I can only attempt, to do my worst best.

Coz I’m really at rock bottom, and every future’s been truly forgotten,

To be an EastEnders' Nick Cotton, my brains had to get half rotten.

It’s a death spiral snake’s hiss, n a chicken bone cracked wish,

A hopeful one-way ticket 2 everlasting bliss, I'll def not risk a goodbye kiss.

So many pills are taken full hand, so I wobble n slobber, here as I stand,

I definitely don’t feel like a man, coz death rattles always harder than planned.

Whisky washed back, full gack n I got more scalpels, full pack,

I plunge demon juice into my thigh's crack, n within a minute my head lies flat back.

So I slit my wrist’s cord, with a scalpel like a sword, n say a prayer 2 any listening Lord,

For all I have aboard, by law, is a single coin on my tongue to pass Styx's river, by Greek accord.

Coz this bed is my sled, and deaths rider Charon is led, pls driver take me down, full brown bread,

My eyes swirl in my head, rolling n red, n I look forward to the afterlife, pray kind dead. 

But like every time, the coin’s not payment enuff, n the riverman pulls up my body, full bluff,

I’m yanked up to my bed, from Styx’s rivers guff, n wake up panting, feeling real head ruff.

For is this my life’s long fate, to never get past, or pay the toll, to enter the underworld’s last gate,

I’m full 365, dulling my soul’s ache, I cry n quake, as sit here now, smoking "bake n shake".

For if I cannot end my time, on life's painful line, I must punish u all, with tales of my life’s crime,

So let hell’s bells, chingy, chime chime, as I once again, deliver this forlorn rhyme.

And I just hope, proper no joke, that one day, I’ll finally choke n fully croak, 

I hope 2 B found lying on my bed, blood soaked but with not a riverman's coin, stuck in my throat.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Alone

Alone again, with blood sweat stains,

That drug inside, makes me happy to abide.

I'm swimming in debt, def a bad bet, 

Deep red vein pool, drunk as a fool.

Rolling in sweat, cluck aint over yet, 

I want to be free, n happy to be me.

Smiling with lies, dry tears in my eyes, 

Feeling the pain, I'm in that dark hole again.

People are around, I can hear their sounds, 

But they're happy to be, happy without me.

I lie in my bed, sometimes wish I was dead, 

But time it would take, this life is a fake.

So I fake that smile, it comes easy in a while, 

Time spend lying, but inside I'm crying.

Coz lonely as I am, friends don't come in a can, 

I got nowhere to be, nothing interesting to see.

I'm lying alone, no ring from my phone, 

I wish I was I was fun, I wish for some sun.

I want happy to be, with good friends around me,

But lonely I am, and alone I stand.

 

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Mr Mentalist

Mr Mentalist please, can u let me get out of my bed,

Mr Depression has called and I want 2 go back 2 the dreams that I had.

He always calls when I fail, and makes me wish I was dead.

Please Mr Mentalist please, can you let me rest my own head.

But now I've dragged myself up I'm freaky deaking right out,

Old friend Mr Anxiety has visited n given me a hard sharp clout.

Please Mr Mentalist can u give me some pills to calm my self-doubt,

I can't find my phone or keys and I'm flipping right out.

I go from zero to a hundred in a flick of an eye,

People think I'm crazy mazy when they hear me swear n cry.

All I wanted to do was get my laptop 2 work n comply,

But now I'm a swearing freak and people look at me n sigh.

Oh please Mr Mentalist can you sort out my paranoid feelings,

I keep hearing ppl on mute just thinking I'm not worth dealing.

All I want is someone to come n give me some proper mental healing,

But I don't trust nobody to come in here n walk out without stealing.

I know the old rhyme, that Paranoia will destroy ya,

But I hear silent ppl on my screen bitching and laughing "ha ha".

I got that feeling that all the ppl r just looking at me jotting all my flaws,

I can't relax at all, n my paranoid shoulder monkey is ripping, bear claw.

So please Mr Mentalist, can you do me a massive favour,

I got the schizo twitcho ithcos, with no sign of a saviour.

Leaves r raining down with flashing lights n my mind is all misbehaviour,

I'm scared I'll do something crazy n stupid, and I need a lifesaver.

All the shrinks say I'm just screwed up and they can't even help,

I'm ashamed to be ashamed, coz I just wanna it all dealt.

I get letter after letter saying I need to do my own self-help,

If I could sort my own crazy out, I would have if I could have, but it's pure agony to self.

So please Mr Mentalist can you make people understand me,

That I ain't angry on purpose and I just want people to like me.

It's seeming more n more like this world don't have a place for me,

And for anyone to relate it's 2 late, I'm just a thorn on a big mad tree.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

This is also published on the Mary Francis Trust Website for their Mental Health, Time To Talk Day > https://www.maryfrancestrust.org.uk/poem-mr-mentalist/

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District Nurse

Buzz, buzz, buzz,

It's 3pm n there's ladies at my door.

I don't think I'm in any luck,

Still they want my pants on the floor.

Oh District Nurse, Ladies first,

Come in n scratch my holes.

Please don't make it worse,

I wouldn't want to reverse them roles.

I may still need 2 instruct them,

On the tools of their trade.

A vacuum pump in action,

With faulty errors on display.

One nurse is the lucky one,

As she always gets to visit me.

She never complains less ten bits,

But that's why she's the trainee.

She don't know a black hole from a white one,

Its just all stuff out in space.

The only hole she wants 2 invade,

Is the one in my special place.

They come n change that foam,

Cut some more sticky tape.

I think there should be a website,

To ask a nurse out on a date.

"Come see my hole",

Would be my profile tag.

Then a rush of nurses,

Swipe right 2 see my vacuum bag.

Sometimes they come in one's,

Sometimes they come in two's.

The whole area needs training,

They all need 2 see my hole ooze.

Patch me up n empty that canister,

Leave all their fluff on my floor.

They don't even bother 2 clean up,

Before they're sharpish out my door.

Oh n then there's the District Nurse,

Tall n lovely but a screw loose in her head.

She can undrill it with no fuss,

And we compare hole puss on the bed.

But trainee District Nurse,

It's the last time that we meet.

Do 1 last thing before leave,

N give me your digits for a treat?

I promise it wouldn't be perverse,

My blood pressures 2 low for hot sex.

But we could have phone conversed,

N let me send u pics of my hole by text.

Then you could come n visit,

N look in my hole just for fun.

I'm just so very glad,

That I can't see over my own bum.

With you looking in my hole,

And me looking over ur back,

I think there's a crap film on TV,

I think Mrs Doubtfire's back.

So many District Nurses have come 2 visit,

Plodding n trodding mess up my stairs.

But they always have the best laugh,

As they rip out all my hairs.

I'm happy to have met you nurses,

N I hope u enjoyed healing my hole.

I might just have 2 get a new one,

Just to see you all.

© 2021 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid 

Joker Toker

He was just a young, 14 year old Joker Toker,

A one skin roller, full baccy heavy smoker.

Never see a man whitey, quicker than a roller-coaster,

Always coughing up, he's a real phlegm croaker.

Then tells me he's got a heavy rabbit, just on the green, 

I tell him, mate, u don't what a real habit means.

And it's cruel, but he's only on his first pair of jeans.

Wait 20 years, then feel what a real rabbit means.

Trainspotting style, robbing quality tops,

Never been in a town, that your not on shop-watch.

Running from your demons, as fast as those cops,

N u aint got any means, to make it all stop.

Help don't come easy, the Tories were wet,

A Psych team, getting paid for every patient they get.

Can u hop to that green cross when ur covered in sweat?

N take a tipple u don't want, just to show ur a good bet.

Nowhere to go, coz the 3 NHS hotels, all got shut down,

Look everywhere, it's been a country wide crack down.

You'll have to pay 12 K private, come out still in meltdown,

And the only rooms are money money, n all uptown.

But don't worry son, there's always a quick way out,

Just lie in that bath, take loads of sweets n don't shout.

Make sure your so your drunk so you won't get out,

And wave goodbye to the pain, as ur brain shuts out.

It's a shame, coz u could have been in a real dream team,

Making more notes than the BOE can print, full steam.

Driving company cars, private health care, being top cream,

But your ur still using coz that life's just a pipe dream.

Wet white crumbs on a pipe made of coke cans,

And holes from the pull, covered in ash from the back of ur hand.

Standing in alleys smoking Crack as fast as u can,

Robbing n going to jail, it;s a never ending non plan.

So just stop when u take, that first ever full pull,

Your probably on ur lunch break, toking at school.

Come back laughing N giggling, coz ur just a silly fool.

But if u just said no, u cud have skipped life's cesspool.

© 2021 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

2021

We R now all living in a police state,

U thought I was joking a year back big mistake.

BoJo lies n toos n frows about a covid passport,

It was never in doubt, a 100% thought.

We r now just data in a 4th gen database,

Just stick to the rules serf, know ur place.

Police break up gatherings, n follow dog walkers with drones,

Try n explain wats goin on, people respond wiv moans.

We must all do it, "to get back to normal" ppl say, 

Well what's normal now, wasnt just a yr away.

Your all just compliant n docile.

I'm fucking defiant n vocal.

I want 1984 to go back to being a book,

This wasn't the way Orwell thought our land wud look.

So stick heads out ass n read from the many cancelled,

N then maybe dem brains wouldn't be so scrambled. 

© 2021 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Protest in Silence....

This new Tory Police bill, 

Makes many ppls heads swill.

Protest in silence they say,

As cops beat protesters all day.

Politicians want r protests silent,

But the police will still make it violent.

It's never shown on the nightly news,

Coz the uninformed will just get confused.

They just play with their electronic toys.

As our civil rights r being destroyed,

Knowledgeable see the coming fear,

As a true police state gets too near.

So b silent but still protest pls mister.

Let's just hope someone hears u whisper.

© 2021 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Happy New Year Skrew 2021

It's Happy New Year 2021, N I say Fuck U 2,

All lockdowns done has made my brain melt n make veins turn blue.

Stuck indoors all year long alone, wiv fuck all to do,

N if BoJo don't sort it out soon, then we'll fuck him right off too.

Still I lay down a scores bet, 2 anyone reading right here,

That in 365 days time we'll be repeating this night sat here.

Mutated viruses, Police State n fear porn right in ur ear,

Coz 2020 was just test mode, 2021 they're going full gear.

Lockdowns will be constant, state news rotting heads from inside,

Pigs r now allowed 2 stop u on a whim, jus 4 going on a ride.

Old ppl r so scared, they actually thank BoJo 4 locking them inside,

N Ill throw a 100 unwashed masks, 2 fill a shit pit, 100ft wide.

Coz if u aint been watching, Dems hero Biden is bent 100 n ten ways,

U thought Trump was a fool but he didn't start putting kids in a cage.

N he didn't privatise prisons, 2 lock up poor blacks, work 4 no wage,

He's jus gone n refilled that swamp, all the rich lobbyists hv bn paid.

600 dollars stimulus, when u've jus lost ur job n ur healthcare,

But still they paid 4 speed boats in Sri Lanka, without a single care.

Coz stimulus to Congress is Pork for people in need elsewhere,

N no progressive in “the squad”, will vote down Pelosi, they jus don't dare.

Coz 2021 is gonna be a hell of a year n one to definitely fear,

If I'm proved wrong on this, I'll happily buy u all a beer.

But if I'm forced to work 4 Amazon, pls giv us a heartfelt cheer,

When I look around #altnews all I see is pure logic n real fear.

All the Great Reset is, nothing but a Global Great Defect,

N not one educated knowing want, or will readily accept.

The 1% in charge will love it, those with dark secrets kept,

But the 550'll still be blogging it, as long as there’s still an Internet.

So turn on ur VPN, Peerblock port 80, and uTorrent from this week,

Coz soon u'll be banged up with me, all 4 unapproved Re-Tweets.

The Chinese Orwellian Biden Presidency will hv u marching to their beat,

Until enuff brave tools grow tall, n get up marching on their feet.

2021 is a turning point and one we must get ready for,

Useless untested vaccines with side effects, still they'll stick em in ur pores.

You'll own nothing, have no privacy, but be happy, what else cud u want more?

And if u don't believe me, it's gone mainstream, just read a little more!

© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Irritants....

My TVs just broke and it ain’t no corny joke, coz lying on my bed only makes me want to toke.

I need a KO express, Caffeine-less depress, and I wait for the sleep, with an ashtray on my chest.

The windows open wide, yet I close the curtains and hide, for nothing is as nice, as a wasps buzz inside.

You get a little cup, try to lift the sucker up, but try as you might, the dopy insect won't take flight.

It's just another irritant!

My front rooms bulb just gone again, best part of a tenner to see again, what the fuck have I got to spend, I just need a pay-day lend.

Ask my old man for a loan, and get greeted by a moan, all I want is a clear view zone, but I'll have to shop alone.

So I go to B&Q for a shop, only need a 60 watt, yet back in the car I've forgot, and nut the wheel, blood clot.

Coz those Ray-bans on my eyes, must be very heavily disguised, still I'm pleasantly surprised, to find my shades still on my head alive.

Shopping is always an irritant.

Then a bird phone rings as I'm shopping for some things, it's just another yabba yabba ting, should have just let it ring.

But I get in my car, don't drive too far before the hands-free goes HA, and I can't turn off the electrics in my car.

I try to pop the hood, like any man could, the lever bloody should, but snaps in half well good, left here covered in blood.

Try to give my Dad a call, but he aint answering at all, so go to knock on a neighbours door, knowing they're probably being silent hugging floor.

Flat battery irritant

Heat is mean on my thin blood, can't cool down like people should, so I'm lying on my bed, but too few Mummy's little helpers to help make me brain dead.

But now my net curtains fallen down, and it ain’t a funny frown, coz I know I'll surely drown, from all the insects in the town.

I can't stand this boiling heat, the damp sweat soaked nightly sheets, yet I've got an top deck view, of an estate of flabby meat.

Maybe they should all try to disguise, coz those Slag Tags ain’t very wise, and if you stand under my skies, I'll automatically 2 metre-ize.

TWO Metres – Irritant Bitches!

So I'm walking to the chemist, when a doofus becomes a menace, and an argument that ain’t even mine, ends up with possibility of doing time.

I must have a face right for a punch, and I've had to absorb a bunch, funny thing is though, I've never gone to ground once.

But I'm fed up of Doctor Who? Telling me they maybe new, but seemingly well clued, that my granite skull's my saviour too.

Well you can take it all back, coz as great as it is n all that. I'd rather remember more, than become a hundred year old senile bore.

I'm probably just another persons irritant.

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

This Is A Shit Show....

Do you believe the countries gone insane?

Fruit drink bugs gonna eat your brain,

Please someone come feel my pain,

Coz I'm alone, stone broke and afraid.

So many unnecessary people dying,

And big men are heart broke, dropped crying.

Dickhead selfish off panic buying,

An all police want to do is fuckin cite me.

Because my health is a fucking shit show,

On more meds than ten Grannies I know.

Blood eeks from the leaks, legs on show,

An bubbles pop from the snot on nose blows.

It's a sweat tank, drip drop, sorry state to be,

And Gandalf's beards half grown face on me.

Grey whiskers and no razors I can see,

Sofa dove already, one two twenty pee.

All tin cans, been scanned, and bin bagged,

Rotten fruit but it's the best meal I've had.

Got no idea if I'll ever see my Mum and Dad,

When I go out, scarf wrapped face, tight clad.

Coz this Town is a fucking shit show,

And my mental health is nagging bad, full blown.

My inner brains having a decent chat show,

And I'm socially isolated, nowhere to go.

Coz I can't even make some decent Ps,

Nags aint running, bookies closed on high street.

I need some soft paper to wipe my underneath,

But got no petrol to fly off to the heath.

Coz it seems like this worlds in martial law,

It's a sign many have seen years before.

I'd be surprised if they relaxed all new laws,

Get used to sweating hot all summer indoor.

I swear I got bugs sucking thoughts from my brain,

Not a days passed that I've been half sane.

Only got a Pot Noodle and half a can of K,

And not a single neighbours asked if I'm okay.

Coz this countries a fucking shit show,

BoJo clown, Tory fucking road show.

Every booked ops gonna be a no show,

And I'd risk ten new fines to make some quick dough.

So this rope here is going to stay,

You never know I might need to use it one day.

I let it swing back n forth an give it a play,

Then kick the chair, doped choked, merry on my way.

© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Finally They Come....

They finally come out to my homeless park BBQ, 

Get to the back jack, be quiet, and just queue queue queue,

Burned meat and charcoal but at least it aint your Mum's chunky stale stew.

So just stick it in your mouth peeps, and just chew chew chew.

It's a summer time rhyme with plenty of nonsensical lines,

Plenty of time, so we pack the bongs nice, fat and tight.

We pass the tube round and round til the moon fades at night.

Staring at the birds looking so so fine, getting a smile if you glance just right.

Summer time crew and we all say “Fuck the boys in blue”,

Put four cops together and get the brains of just two.

Let them run round, fining unmasked devils in shops and queues,

Sticking our fingers up as they pass, coz we all hate hypocrites in blue.

Coz we're all here lying out in the shinning, beaming hot sun,

And its double hard now trying to get some real fun for some.

Boys n girls are raving to the max, all popping molly one by one,

And that blonde in the thong has got my dong throbbing like a drum, bom bom.

We're out all night til the moon comes up, and then it leaves and goes,

Lying on the grass letting weeds grow through my ten duff toes.

Night changes to light and the crew whittles, as peeps start to go off home,

But I wake up on my own, with no home to go back to, all alone.

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Rob Reid - Competition Winner

This won The Creative Writing Groups bi-monthly Competition for Best Poem August 2020

Licence Fee

Licence feee, I don't pay for it, no want BBC.

I got Netflix, Prime n BeeTV,

OneHD, Potato Streams and free Pay Per View TV,

Mobdro sports, football and UFC.

I don't watch live shows, my brains catch up TV,

Art Bell at night on TuneIn radio,

Pluto shows and Bitchute video n audio.

Facebook, YouTube don't fuck with me,

Your algorithms demote free speech, can't you see?

My minds escaped Googles box and moved to Pirate Bay,

TOR Browser, uTorrent, I watch films I want my way.

I got respect for film makers and out thought thinkers,

But don't wanna get stuck in your Adsense click baiters.

I turn cookies off and proxy 3 ways,

Internets dark web is free thought my way.

You've ripped blogs from me n ripped up years work for notin,

I'm fed up with your knowledge base, let me speak to a real man.

Internet and Googles,“do no evil”,

NSA's behind all that, like da bike behind Evil Kneivel.

I got no more to say, go read da law on my wall,

Tink about da small print, as I throw you down ma hall.

TV inspector, go swivel, I'm plugged in no more,

To your indoctrination stations, I'm a mainline information whore.

So go tink about dat, as your van sneaks down ma street,

Paying no more to listen, no Government double speak.

 

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

 

A Prison Ting

He was just a stupid young kid, jobless and broke,

But the prick tries robbing me and I think it's a joke.

Then a shank is produced, I see the blade through the smoke,

So I snap his arm in two and let him sleep in my choke.

Think nothing of it, coz it happens all the time,

But stupid plod cops want to nick me, for a non-crime.

Get a 6 o'clock knock, and see a long blue line,

And I'm remanded to Reading, to wait for court time.

Got nothing in my pockets but I kept a penny cheeked,

Least half an oz passes on visits, from week to week.

Throw cash devils way and he'll give you what you seek,

But guards beam on touching, so we pass cheek to cheek.

Got a smelly cell mate, who don't wash or pull the chain,

And another white yoof, talking black without no shame.

My tackles plugged 24/7, unless the boys have gone to play a game,

So I straighten tin pie wraps to smoke on, til a screw came.

Got a kicking in the cell and batons shave my shins,

A mattress beating at night and cell mates never see a thing.

I poke a screw in the throat and he chokes on my fings,

Then I'm stripped beat n battered, whilst I hear the screws sing.

A month in solitary, and I'm shitting in a hole,

Got roaches for company and a dark hearted soul.

My foods mixed with crushed glass, so I can't eat at all,

All coz a screw got a taste, and a heart black as coal.

Finally I'm acquitted, on a plea of self defence,

But the screw gets me nicked, just on offence.

Thought half the jury, would have sat on the fence,

But they all send me to chokey, to be confined with the dense.

So I'm back to prison, but this time it ain't no remand,

A crime I wouldn't call it, but still the record stands.

Hear that kids bredrins on the wing, shanks pass hands,

And I end up dead in the showers, stabbed on demand.

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid