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Tuesday, 23 February 2021

The Invitation....

In 2020, our country was given an invitation,

To stay together as one, continue living as one, as a liberty freedom loving nation,

But only a few ppl stayed back, huddled together at the train station,

Waving at full carriages trundling off, travelling to an unknown Chinese destination.


Still some of our people held tight, on to that special invitation.

They chose not to become, part of a true police state, a total surveillance nation.

Too many ppl disagreed, jailing themselves inside, praying for salvation.

More than a few wanted freedom, screw the USA, and bent Joe Biden.


The lobbyists and donors of course, had special back seat, White House invitations.

To witness a lying racist President, bowing down with glorified fake admiration.

He was only in the door a single day, b4 those men sent troops into other nations.

N “Liberals” cheered on, whilst CIA news anchors clapped, and started salivating.


However still some people kept on, wishing hard, holding on tight with their invitations.

But the smiling fat controllers had already imagined n designed great global inspirations.

Peoples bank balances got smaller, some sad few, enjoyed their emancipation,

Governments made sure small businesses suffered, whilst billionaires got full compensation.


A few specially selected, were welcomed with Internet invitations.

They laughed whilst it wasn't them, being de-ranked, with online damnation.

But then supposed Liberals, became free speech censors, with glee and twisted condemnation.

Until it was their time to get de-platformed, with powerful tech, censoring applications.


Only a few were left standing at the station, hoping wishfully with their invitations.

Disgusted by DAVOS, Bilderberg, and all those globalist creations.

Some went rioting, others refused their long term, untested vaccinations.

But many ppl allowed their freedoms to succumb, to permanent COVID regulations.


Myself I said sorry Gov, I don't want any police state, virus infected invitation.

And as for my subjugation, you better dose up my medications.

Coz my mind's splitting in half like cancer, as if bombed with radiation.

And I can't handle your changing logic, n all that Tory miss-communication.


So for the people that accepted, their Governments invitation.

They were told freedom would come, from a single vaccination.

Then it became mandatory masks, booster jabs, and yearly genetic alterations.

And don't forget it will never end, we have all those foreign born, evolving COVID mutations.


So for those of you that think, a magic solution, is in any Government invitation.

You're sorely mistaken, don't know real history, and in need of some proper education.

First they create a problem, and then they offer the people a solution.

Then they stand by to watch and profit, from a divided peoples, self annihilation.


The few that stayed back, threw away the rest of their invitations.

They were left in a bleak unsocial credit world, with no physical real, human relations.

Their only escape became, 3D holographic, fake techno creations.

But soon it became every non millionaires way, to take any kind of trip or holiday vacation.


So BoJo go screw yourself and our “special” Government invitations.

A year I've been imprisoned alone, state sanctioned under your regulations.

I spit on your safety laws, fines, and ordinance mandations.

Coz if the truth is “The Great Reset”, then it should be to REAL human mental elevation.


© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Saturday, 2 January 2021

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





Tuesday, 10 November 2020

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