Goodbye Dad

This goodbye poems to my Dad,

It's the hardest poem pen 2 pad,

N makes me so, so, sad, 

I'm so, so, sorry I made u crazy mad. 

Sorry for the short candle wick, 

I know I was a proper dick. 

Fucking about, getting nicked, 

Fighting police n acting a prick. 

Sometimes I thought we'd actually fight,

Drunken rows n throwing r might. 

It didn't matter who was right.

I'd B upstairs angry 4 the night. 

Argued over the kitchen table,

About war, politics, n news fables. 

I was painted with a black label, 

We'd make Mum cry, N go unstable.

I was ignored from around 14,

True, I was prob an awful teen. 

But Lorna seemed 2 get all the glean, 

Though she seemed just as mean. 

I know I was on drugs very young,

Toking dubs, banging, acting dumb. 

Still u always held ur tongue.

Even tho I was a black sheep son. 

All those police 6 clock knocks, 

I used to wake at 6 on the dot. 

Pigs searching thru my pants n socks,

Me standing in 2 many court docks. 

Sorry Dad for all the knocks on ur door, 

Cops raiding ur home, crimes 2 the core. 

All my clothes thrown on the floor, 

I couldn't hv got arrested any more. 

It was only later on we got on,

After I left home n got on my own. 

U seemed to treat me like a son, 

On Thursdays, we even had some fun. 

We used to hav joy down the lake,

Walking in the woods a Sunday take.

Chewing the chud for no good sake, 

N fishing with our hands ffs! 

U always helped me out, wen I was stuck,

Didn't matter the price in bucks. 

Car crashes, n cash wen I clucked, 

Any help I needed, I was in luck.

U became more of a mate than a Dad,

N this is what screws me bad. 

Wish I made most of the time we had.

And it cuts me deep 2 not B ur lad.

I'll be going away soon for good,

Nothing can stop it I wish I cud.

I did something bad, I knew I wud, 

So I hope we both understood.

That I love u Dad whatever I did,

Pissed disputes, cop raids n shit.

Police can do one, I'm still ur kid.

I wish my life was different, every bit. 

I was going to be there at ur end,

But shits happened I can't pretend.

Not 2 B with u drives me round the bend. 

I leave u with sadness hope u ken?

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Prince Philip Is Dead

Oh dear the Duke of Edinburgh is dead,

So all go off, lower your flag, and bow your head.

Coz now all the radio stations n TV channels are dead,

But no1 talks Royal crime, n so many virgins force wed.

If you want, you can let yourself be a Royal subject,

But fuck that, I am a citizen, I am not anyone's subject.

The Royals are all above the laws they disrespect,

You'll never see Crown vs Crown, their crimes are unchecked.

If the Royals gave a shit, about any of their subjects,

They'd use their massive wealth and land, to lessen neglect.

Billions stashed in overseas banks, everyone would bet,

They could end world hunger, in a day, without a sweat.

Common law trials, have judged and convicted,

But Royals don't pay for crimes, they've certainly inflicted.

Missing kids in Canada, witnesses have depicted,

Kissing royal feet before disappearing, their crimes a sickness.

N the worse of all, is that I saw today at Aintree,

That tomorrow all of us fans, would be so lucky.

The Grand National will still go ahead, presenters so happy,

But fuck the royals, why do ppl worship them so badly.

They see themselves above all us serfs,

We pay taxes to them so they can travel the earth.

And never forget the Duke of E, was head of the WWF,

If reincarnated he would be a virus, n kill us all, end child birth.

So sorry Royal fans, go wash your Royal mugs n plates,

They've done nothing to ease our locked up pain, or help alleviate.

Maybe tourist traps, foreign fans always stand at Buck gates,

But go n watch that video of the naked man, jump out of a window to escape.

We don't know what goes on, in half their inbred heads,

N which Royal Charlie, used to take his butler to bed.

We do know that they r protecting Prince Andrew, from crimes ahead,

And we know they really believe, their royal lineage, comes from a real Godhead.

© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Court Appearance

I’m back in court,

Back in the dock,

Waiting to receive,

My short sharp shock.

My mates in the gallery,

I give them a wink,

I play with my cuffs,

Close my eyes and think.

Why am I here?,

Why did I come?

Why didn’t I skip bail?

Go on the run?

I had no choice,

That’s fucking why,

Its like that old saying,

You don’t choose when to die.

Fuck the system!

Fuck the police!

Who gives a toss,

About a breach of the peace.

The GBH,

I can maybe understand,

Using the full force,

The law of the land.

But swearing at a pig,

Who gives a shit,

I sure don’t feel sorry,

For that copper I hit.

Attempted theft,

Well I did my best,

They caught me with some,

But I got away with the rest.

Stashed it up good,

Along with my drugs,

Never realised,

They had my house bugged.

At six o’clock AM,

They break down my door,

Drag me out of bed,

Cuff me up on the floor.

I struggle of course,

As much as I could,

But the pigs had me proper,

They beat me up good.

Banged up in a cell,

All day and all night,

Clucking my tits off,

With no end in sight.

They offered me money,

To grass on my mates,

But snitches are bad,

All informers I hate.

No comment interview,

Was the way to go,

I might get off,

You never know.

So they kept me locked up,

Until today,

Led me to court,

So what shall I say?

Shall I plead guilty,

Or go for innocence,

I might get off lightly,

For a first offence.

But it’s not you see,

My record is long,

I’m a very naughty boy,

Don’t know right from wrong.

I need a good spanking,

It might put me right,

But they’re sure to send me down,

Keep me well out of sight.

My brief does the blag,

But it isn’t enough,

I can sense in the air,

That I’m basically stuffed.

My lawyer argues hard,

Even makes me sound good,

But I can tell that the judge,

Thinks I’m a boy from the hood.

A danger to society,

He preaches from the bench,

The prosecutor smirks,

The ugly old wench.

They all want my blood,

I can tell by their stares,

I wouldn’t be surprised,

If I was sent to the chair.

So the sentence is read out,

I step back in shock,

The Group 4 guards,

Take me down from the dock.

5 years I’ve got,

Guilty I’m found,

Banged to rights,

I’m going down.

The gallery boo,

My Mum shakes her head,

I don’t think I’ll survive,

I’m better off dead.

I’m led away,

Down into the cells,

This is just the beginning,

Of my personal hell.

So the moral of the story,

Well it is of a sort,

Do whatever you want,

Just don’t get caught.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Another old poem I found from my 2002 website. It seems I was going to court a lot at that time from the contents!

Chuffed At Court

I went to court today,

I was taken by surprise,

The judge was smoking a spliff,

I couldn't believe my eyes!

He gave my brief a blowback,

They started talking shit.

The witness was on acid,

And freaking on a bad trip.

The prosecution asked,

Is this some kind of joke?

If it is then fuck you all,

As he got out his stash of coke.

The usher got excited,

and fell upon his back.

Lying there with a 2 ml works,

In his arm, having a hit of smack.

I asked about my punishment,

The judge couldn't give a damn.

He said "Go spend your money wisely boy",

And buy yourself a gram.

© 2002 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

An old poem I had totally forgot about from an old website I used to have with poems from people in Prison that used to send them out to me to publish along with my own work. Was a total surprise to find this stash of old writing!