Heat

I can't stand this heat,

Got Cancer on the beat.

My socks and pants are soggen,

Sweat drenched, ass n feet.

I can't move I'm frazzled,

A statue, no1 wud be dazzled.

Stuck still to my duvet,

N I'm wishing I was razzled. 

My temp is higher than outside, 

I got a crumple for a ride. 

Go dizzy every time I get up, 

Kissing carpet, as if I nearly died. 

Dr Pepper's run out, so's my Coke, 

N my Vapes nearly run out of smoke. 

Don't dare to go out the front door, 

Coz I'll blackout, in this hot air choke. 

My neighbours been good to me, 

Helping as I stagger, can hardly see. 

Carrying my bags for me to the door, 

Making sure I don't crumple in a heap. 

Drip drop, sweat drips on my phone, 

From my eyes n nose, my head wets the tone, 

I cannot type the keyboards all wet, 

Can't even call someone, stuck here alone. 

I hate this heat, who would love it, 

Rocking and swaying eyes all sweat blitz, 

I don't want Chemtrails, don't want blue rain, 

Just want a cold shower, n the weather can shove it. 

© 2026 - 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

Happy New Year Skrew 2023

It's another Happy New Year Skrew 2 all u few,

N I hope MSRA n Cancer don't get into u lot 2.

The NHS seemingly has more important things to do,

Even though my legs r starting 2 turn green n blue.

I honestly think that the NHS is trying 2 kill me,

Even though I've tried myself more times than 1,2,3.

Seems whisky, morphine n pills don't even get 2 me,

Just wake up hours later needing a desperate pee.

I go 2 every hospital appointment, N always arrive on time,

N 2 b compliant I even force a chin rug on my grime.

Though I might black out halfway down the waiting line,

I still try my best when I'm cold n nose dripping green slime.

Honestly, I got doctors telling me to do my own surgery,

When I ask them why u don't bother trying to really help me.

Guess what the Surgeon said "it's, not illegal to see",

Myself get a blade n start hacking off lumps of cancerous meat.

So thank u NHS for wasting all that inpatient bed time,

I've stayed in the hospital 4 my pegs at least 4 times.

But all they cared about was some mysterious blood leak, deep inside,

N of course it was an invisible one they could never find.

So now I'm back on the waiting list for 20 23,

It does take the piss, N I doubt any1 really cares bout me.

I can't handle the pain no more, so I often scream n plea, 

But there aint enuff strong meds in all my drawers 2 set me free.

So I may not be around it seems, for much more time,

N it seems God's given the NHS duty, 2 punish me, 4 all my crimes.

So although this liddle ditty, is only a little Skrew, joke n rhyme,

It could just be one of the few last poems, that I will ever sign. 

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid