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

Wallpaper

You've torn it off,

N you've ripped it off,

Now its blood sport,

So you better run sport. 

My best knifes out,

So I'll cut ur hearts out.

Hang em round my neck,

In a chain of disrespect. 

But you better run fast,

Coz i throw my darts fast.

You've taken my paper away,

N now my demons on display. 

I'll kill each one slow for fun, 

Let lil Tommy see Daddy burn.  

Blowing each one to dust, 

You can try hide if you must. 

You tore my skins wallpaper apart,

Now my essence is cast.

So whats keeping me here,

I got no fucking idea.

@2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid 

Wibble Wobble

Noodle foodle,

Get a poodle,

In a moodle, 

Messy Skrew do. 

Wibble wobble, 

Puke on cobble,

Got no stubble,

Money trouble. 

Legs on bed, 

Better dead,

Chatter head,

Words never read.

So ribble dribble, 

Just 4 Scribble,

Crunchy pibble, 

For Constable Dibble.

 

Poppin smarties,

With no parties,

Lights off shortly,

Sick n poorly. 

My Air flight, 

Dog fight,

Inner might,

Im up all night

Wobbly heart ache,

For Gods sake, 

Ill take a break,

It's final take. 

@2026 All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

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Cap Crap

Dressed smart, clean shave, n sat back, 

But 2 the shrink I was a scruff in a cap,

I've never worn one, everyone knows that, 

But didn't stop his report, full of crap. 

Bur I'm always running late for appointment,

A societal n parental disappointment. 

On the search for magic ointment,

To stop the pain in my knee joint. 

Got rotting bones from inside,

And from the agony theres no hide.

Couldn't top myself when I tried,

N doubt anyone cared if I died.

So I'm stuck on this roundabout,

With no one there to help me out.

I get in trouble without a doubt,

So carry my briefs digits all about.

Coz this shits gonna come 2 an end,

Its twisted me round every tight bend.

Got no final address 2 send,

The last letter to write at the end.

So shake the bell on that tree,

Coz one day you'll stop seeing me.

It will happen quite suddenly,

Just be prepared for my tradgedy.

@2026 All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

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

 

Sit Down

Sit right down if ur my freind,

Not got 2 many left of mine.

We may never see out the end,

But lets jus enjoy this time.

What's been going on with u?

Forever jus seems just like a min.

Not seen u 4 ages got no clue.

Have u managed to get off the pin?

Have you met a bird u like?

Or are u still running 4 ching?

U got wheels or a stolen bike?

Made any money or golden bling?

There's been 2 much crime,

We may as well enjoy whats left.

Life has no reason or rhyme,

We just gotta do wats in R best.

R lives hv jus been dodging cops,

We never got 2 stay at the Ritz.

There's no point joining dots,

It just seems like one long blitz.

There's a dark cloud coming down,

No point 2 hide it will hit us.

Try to turn that frown upside down,

That cloud will finally kill us.

All R lifes pain will go away,

Smile and jus take whats coming.

It's been a long road with no pay.

Jus think of that happy numbing.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Hospital Merry Go-Round

I got red raw ulcers n holes,

A proper hospital stay is my goal.

Got blood, thinner than water,

Porter ready to take me off to slaughter.

This is just prison with good food,

Only the meds keep my mellow mood.

I make my own bed,

And have to sort out my own head.

Showers at 4 in the morning,

I'm lucky if I get hot water pouring.

Doctors rounds are battlegrounds,

I can't help but pummel down.

Doctors have heads thicker than wood,

Nothing I say gets understood.

This is a shit merry-go-round,

I might as well sit in the Lost N Found.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Don't Look Back Into The Sun

You've cast your dice,

Now your on the run,

With all the lies,

You weaved n spun.

You always looked better,

In the past n from a far,

Don't look back into the sun,

U'll keep fading like a star.

Every sec u waste is time spent,

Their onto you, so run fast,

Your life was not in their plan,

So get going before the nets cast.

I'll think of u always,

You never gave 2 fucks,

But your running out of time,

N cant keep fighting this lifes ruck.

I hope you find some peace,

Ur life wasn't ur choice or ploy,

But your born where you land,

I just hope u can find some joy.

It's a slippery slope from A 2 B,

This life wasn't meant for me or u,

Fate fucked us with one dice roll,

But I wish you well in all u do. 

I wish u all the best wherever u end,

Pls find a decent lawyer to sue,

Someone above must take the rap,

Jus keep plodding thru life's glue.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Head Shrink

Do you internally think?

Thinking you need a head shrink?

Twenty one eyed wobbly blinks,

Coz a voice in ur heads linked.

I'm schizo, rizo, paranoid dizo,

Anxious, rancorous, mentally smart tho.

Twitchy itchy, living in a kill zone,

Always searching, looking 4 my birth clone.

Has ur brain gone wonky?

Working like a 3 legged donkey?

Planning to throw a ghost party?

Led astray by your monkey?

Coz depression is a constant mission,

Brain atoms split like nuclear fission.

Bed sweats from constant pillow kissin,

Want 2 take a dive n go forever missing.

Got bed rot, n old blood clots,

Never gonna be back at top spot.

Get arrested 4 a hot shot,

N nicked 4 murder by dumb cops.

So go and get ur meds filled,

I'm over scripted like a cow field.

My chemist always has the good pills.

But nothing takes away my brain ails.

Maybe ma heads always gonna be fucked,

Internal plumbing needs a plunge suck.

But what can I do about this head fuck?

Maybe I've just run out of luck?

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Death

Today I got told my friend is dead,

Seems every time I'm in a hospital bed.

Another pal walks thru heavens gate,

My generation has a deadly fate. 

Is 47 the age of my crews death? 

Coz too many hv taken last breaths. 

In 2 yrs I've lost over 15 mates, 

Too many died a grizly fate. 

My bodies ragged n my brains boiled, 

I got no veins n all my organs R soiled. 

Ppl say I'm next on deaths list, 

Tbh I'd rather skip this life a miss. 

If I do go don't be sad or ask why, 

I've jus spent 2 long in pains cry....

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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

Planned Obsolescence

We're all just planned obsolescence,

All r bodies sitting on a fence.

Don't dare spend another cent,

Our GDP relies on all R debt.

We're like a broken TV set,

A resisters gone, I'd hv a bet.

So go think ur TV is a wreck,

N spend a grand on credit debt. 

We r all just cogs in their machine, 

A Robber Barrons Capitalist dream. 

There ain't no good life 2 b seen, 

Your just funding politicians dreams.

What happened to the socialist parties? 

They swerved 2 the right 4 lobbiest smarties. 

Arthur Scargil n his worker armies,

All got beat by SAS horse rodees. 

Northern towns all turned dead, 

No jobs, dole was 3 million a head. 

So people turned 2 drugs n death,

N £ spent, cud hv kept jobs instead. 

We need a new peoples party, 

No lobbying n £ spent properly. 

No endless wars, debt is costly, 

Nationalise our shit, R train traks R all rusty. 

We're all just planned obsolescence, 

The world's breaking the global fence. 

N if u think this lifes 4 u, ur pretty dense, 

I said my rhyme, that's my 2 cents. 

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Happy New Year SKЯ3W 2025

It's another a happy new year SKЯ3W,

N I'm not sure what to do.

I know nothing, I need a clue,

But still a Merry 2,0,2,5 Year to U. 

We got a sky full of drones, 

N AIs infiltrated all R phones.

And in very hushed tones,

There's probably Donald Trump clones.

The Palestinians war in Gaza,

Is still a genocidal palaver.

It's a sick racial carve up,

N we can't even post the drama.

N then we go to Ukraine,

Where the Democrats went insane.

Hunters Bio labs were a drain, 

NATO thinkin nuclear wars jus a game.

But over here in the UK,

What can we now legally say? 

Starmer's secret police is on its way,

Go N delete them social media memes away. 

He ain't got the ppl on his side, 

N there's probably gonna be a farmers strike. 

Clarkson n Farage R causing riots, 

N we're all waiting for a new plebiscite.

We got clashes with police violence,

Over Albanian coke dealing migrants.

Just know that Turkish barber parlance,

Is from their white snot stuck a mile up. 

So what 2 say about me, 

Life ain't been a great party. 

I got winters jip on my metal knee, 

N still no shrink will go near me.

And I got a diseased heart problem,

N a lil chronic liver disease problem.

Don't forget my swollen leg problem,

N a teeny weeny legal problem.

Now u might think a SKЯ3W, 

Is an easy poem 2 pen, or do. 

My rhymes r easy, but dark n blue, 

But I recite wiv a gob full of glue. 

But enuff about me, 

We see this New Year in with glee.

N if an AI robot takes ur job pls, 

Don't blame my own coding deeds! 

So it's another New Year,

Go N pour another beer. 

Don't shed any Skrewball tears, 

Coz I still hope 2 spread some cheer! 

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Messing

Note: Its meant to be read fast a bit like a song, each stanza quickly in one go. A bit like a Kasabian song.

1, I'm messing with the enemy,

Don't need 2 sell my soul 4 free,

He's already inside of me,

Watching from a gallery.

2, he's just another trick,

Playing the devil jus 4 kicks, 

He's making my brain proper sick,

Seems I'm on another trip.

3, he's running my body ill,

So I'm crushing up another pill,

As I watch, my very own blood spill,

He's got me under an evil spell.

4, my mind cant ignore,

The pain inside my inner core,

He's got me rolling on the floor,

Please, find me an entrance door. 

5, he's coming 4 me, I got the fear, 

Handing me, another beer,

All 2 keep my mind unclear,

Messing with my mind, pls help me dear!

6, he's destroyed my mental health, 

I think i need some proper help, 

But no1 seems 2 want 2 help, 

So I'm stuck on this running belt. 

7, it's coming towards the end, 

I can't see, around the bend, 

So can u find an angel 2 send, 

Or I'll be in another Sim again. 

Damn!

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Simulation Theory

U can call me a joker,

A fent abused smoker. 

But I got a good excuse,

This world's a game of poker.

I want to get back home,

Coz this world ain't my zone. 

U can all call me mad,

But ur all NPC drones.

My world got blown up,

A nuclear war was thrown. 

My body woke in a chair,

Sick, ill, this Sim is known. 

I need to get out of here,

Back to the world I cheer. 

I know ur all not real,

Want to make that clear.

Half u NPCs don't hv names, 

I'm playing PlayStation games. 

Stuck as the only RPC, 

No offence this Sim is lame. 

My Sim is a waste land,

NATO nuke war all planned.

But Russian hypersonics won,

N we all turned into sand.

So pls get me back home,

No more Ukrainian drones. 

Need some DMT to see reality 

To tell me what is known.

Stuck in a Sim that ain't mine,

U NPCs walk round just fine,

But I know this ain't reality,

I'm stuck with a bent out mind.

Need some help to get back,

Pls help me I'm on a sick rack,

My body ain't even my own,

Go on joke, n think I'm wack.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

The Golden Goddess

She's the Golden Goddess,

A great writer but always modest.

Teaches us N critically honest,

One of the few I'll truly miss.  

She's either mixed, coloured or black,

With pronouns that tickle my sack. 

Her skin will never ever crack,

N her writing is pretty whack. 

We all listen like kids,

As she lifts the literary lid. 

On poetry n stories already writ,

N let's us write our own shit.

She's a full Zoom faced wonder,

Teaches us all like rumbly thunder. 

Lightening fast we're no longer dumber,

N she ignores R odd writing blunder.

Our lessons R always a blast, 

Making us write gold, so very fast. 

Puts her college kids on their own arse, 

So I jus hope, my own poems will last. 

The Golden Goddess was a gift to me,

She helped set my own writing free.

But from Covid, we all had 2 flee,

To Facebook, phones n PCs.

So to Michele, I'll always say,

That on my very own final day.

I will appreciate u deeply always,

For allowing my work 2 B displayed. 

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

I Caught A Rat

Ratatat tat,

I caught a ginger rat,

Been hanging with the feds,

Never thought u of like that.

The death of my mate,

Was a true grisly fate.

On my b day no less,

He walked through the pearly gates. 

But the death of my friend,

U can't deny or pretend.

That u played more than a hand,

N u weren't there at the end.

I'll def pin that crime on u,

And give u another clue.

Long holiday to Spain,

Packed more than my shoes.

I treated u like my fam,

Stopped u from being a bullied man.

U were just a carry home key boy,

Til I got em 2 stop laying hands.

Ur eyesight's short, u cudn't see,

A net freak HOE, kids 1 2 probably 3.

Shagged, lied, pulled ur brain around,

But U finally chose her over me.

Your best mate, your best man, 

U set light 2 the friendship can.

All for an online married chick,

UR desperate, I'm twice the man. 

Got no balls, u sent an email, 

As I clucked 4 u in a Baytree cell. 

Her bullshit lies u believed her well, 

But ur shit stunk so it was farewell.

U didn't apologise or even try, 

Don't realise the tears I cried. 

All them years we were best buds, 

Lies over mates, so we died. 

Maybe u felt some guilt, 

On our friendship that we built. 

But u threw it all away, 

True beauty that can't be rebuilt. 

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Tatooed Skeleton

There's a killer on the road

And my brains on overload. 

The big C finally got 2 u,

And our friendship was true. 

Liver n kidneys infiltrated, 

So no organs R donated. 

You may take the piss, 

But I'll blow one last kiss. 

It may be from far away. 

From 1 2 another hospital stay. 

He was my best friend, 

But his times come to an end. 

He was just a Tatooed Skeleton,

Rattling bones it's hell again. 

It's just too late, 

He's got no luck n a bad fate.  

Play a slow song, 

And pls sing along. 

My best mates now dead, 

Brown buttered sliced bread. 

So go butter ur own slice, 

N roll them big C dice. 

© 2024  All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Me and my friend from school and back in the day hanging around shops, raving, toking, and causing mischief who died whilst I was in the hopsital from liver, lung and brain cancer. 

Yes, I am the good looking 16 year old on the left hand side.

Me and Luke Hewit, OSC, 1995

Go To Bed

The nurse said "go 2 bed", 

But Creepy Nicks on the Neb?

You must hv fish in ur head,

Go make me a coffee instead. 

Ur waking everyone up! 

Said the nurse with my coffee cup. 

Well sorry ur out of luck, 

N I really don't give 2 fucks. 

I've not slept for 5 nights,

My mates r all dying n I'm in fright. 

Call security if u wanna fight, 

They may punch out my lights. 

I told them I need a sleeper, 

N don't want any time machine creeper. 

If it's zopiclone u can keep it, 

I wanna a oggmie so I sleep a bit.

Ppl are being disturbed by you!

Said the agency staff with no clue. 

Go open ur bowels n hv a poo, 

Fuck it ill take some clonz 2 chew. 

Your bad language is upsetting ppl! 

Soz my lingo is street n ur unequal, 

You upset me daily n it's sequel, 

A bad start 2 the day it's prequel.

My hospital life is getting boring, 

Can't stand Jim with his snoring. 

Lesley's lost his elephant, ur choring, 

N I can't stand the cop next 2 me I'm ignoring.

Pls go 2 bed n try rest ur head! 

They wake me up all night, its a waste of a bed. 

I'd rather stay in Highdown prison instead. 

At least I'd get a kip, even if I end up dead. 

© 2024  All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Scrambled Heads

Let's go mumbling, bumbling without care,

Pink pixie queen, chose my lacey underwear. 

I make a livin pickin chicken teeth off da floor,

Den I go n fence em, 2 a sewer livin, troll of a whore. 

Coz I'm just a lil scamp, with a brain full of scrambled eggs, 

Holes n green gunk, yep I've got bad legs.

Slipped pins thru ma skin, 4 30yrs like a chore,

It's da kinda shit, I don't want 2 do no more.

Used 2 hv teeth, dat shined bright n glowed, 

But I pickaxed dem like da cavities, in dis flow, 

Mr green became too clean, n boring 4 me

But hopefully I'll get a bag of ticks, by half past 3.

So I'll post this Skrew, up bit by bit,

N If I can't rhyme the dime in time, I ain't worth shit. 

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid