V2

So what the fuck to do?

Got 4 letter  agencies following me like a crew.

GROK says they monitor my news,

So I'm not paranoid if it's true.

I'm not running from them or gonna split,

So get the whistle out for a lick.

No one ever passes the white quick,

N I always make sure I ain't gear sick.

Crank that pranged dub step,

But pay me back, never forget.

I'm not a man that likes debt,

So you got to put my wallet bak on reset.

Got no need to sell my soul,

The Devil's already found a hole.

Am I really sinking into Lucifer's control,

Coz it's all rehash from Prometheus's role.

I swear I don't need a gun,

I swear I don't even own a gun,

I swear I don't have a gun,

BANG BANG, your gone!

What do you expect?

I'm a man prone to neglect.

A suspicious brain full of suspect,

And I hardly feel any regret.

 

I got an exchange for change,

But U can't ask me to behave.

I got this world firm in my range,

N only this simulation will age.

Coz these are the end times,

So why not enjoy our crimes.

Before the four horses ride,

And the 6 headed beast arise.

This is AI's final takeover,

We can't be saved by a Biblical Passover.

It's Terminator Skynet time war,

So what the fuck we waiting for?

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

I'VE BEEN SKЯ3W3D

Some thought I was kind.

I made a few girls smile,

N I had a few laughs, 

As I stumbled 4 miles.

Sister was my parents child,

So they thought, sweet n mild. 

I was the black sheep, 

So everything I did was wild.  

But I did a bad thing, 

It was serious I think. 

I can't even remember the act, 

Or even get a good shrink. 

Police came mob handed, 

Bent cops, drugs were planted. 

2 Neighbours watch dismayed,

As I was carted off n man handled.

Brief said go "no comment", 

It was a bad moment, 

As the crime was recited,

N I faced my opponents. 

That cold empty cell, 

With that stale toilet smell.

Crushed up in the blue mattress, 

Rattling cold in laws hell. 

I got a Police grey jog suit, 

But I'm now lookin at a law suit, 

I'm going away 4 a long time,

So pls giv me some dub 2 toke. 

Coz I don't need to sell my soul, 

The Devils already got full hold.

I signed his contract, 

To avoid Dante's dark hole. 

The world's a cruel jungle, 

I despair at liars mumbles. 

You can keep that green veg,

I'll eat the apple crumble. 

Girls would sell themselves n go, 

Hassle rattled their dealers flow. 

NHS paid 4 their dead babies,

As a Shotter ain't marrying a Crack Hoe. 

I used 2 sell some food, 

Dark or White, was up to u.

It's food for any dark soul,

N my souls been well abused.

But being just alive, 

Was a shitty way 2 survive. 

Going on the earn, 

Jus 2 play the Devils pipe. 

Smoked a mountain of Crack, 

It gave me heart attacks. 

Now it ain't beating too well,

N my bodies got no slack. 

So I put the Devils pipe away,

There was no good tune 2 play.

No more ash on Coke cans, 

Or rainy alley way sways. 

One day some1 might find, 

My body, dead cold n blind. 

Smelling of defecation,

Cold wirey smoke killed mine. 

Life had treated me crook, 

My dead body was thrown in a brook. 

There was no funeral n wake 4 me. 

But did anyone bother 2 look? 

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WILD

In the alley’s gr8 escape,

My souls caught on a deadly hook.

A needle whispers 2 my veins,

“I’m that one you chose n took.”

Dub smoke curls like ghostly fists,

Choking on my forgotten sin.

Pulse rapid like some time bomb,

It's too late, I can't begin.

Smacks a warm lovers embrace,

A kiss that stopped my heart beat.

My brain skipped 2 a dead man’s groove,

The drums banging constant defeat.

My lungs collapse like paper bags,

Every breath a stolen prize.

Eyeballs roll back 2 meet the void,

I forever close my bloodshot eyes.

OD’s shadows claim the weak,

Coffins filled with lifes regret.

Mourners weep in pawn stores,

Debts they can’t escape or forget.

Pain’s a nasty 4 letter word,

That claws beneath my itchy skin.

Screams echos thru holes of pain,

Where daylight’s worn it paper thin.

Anger brews in shot glass swigs,

Double Vodka shots of hate.

Crime’s the only language left,

When fate slams the entry gate.

Police sirens wail like lullabies,

4 the damned n forever lost.

2 the grave or 2 the cage,

Either way, it's a deadly cost.

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Rocket Star Man

I was in a gang of £20 rocket stars,

Wanted 2 go to the moon, but never got far.

Battered spaceship, like a 2nd hand car,

Werner von Braun R NAZI science Tsar.

Quick sprinkles of ash, from the back of my hand,

Flying off to space, but got no NASA grandstand.

Clever enough to split atoms, like the double slit,

Quantum flux waves, quarks spark a million bits.

I had Einstein's mind, but the sense of a twit,

And 2 wonky legs, both shattered to bits.

Still I checked the box, for Schrödinger's cat,

Whether dead or alive, matters a fact.

Probably starved, should hv thrown him a rat,

But then he's only dead, if you hadn't checked that.

I said I'm gonna sort it out, and I gave God a shout,

Long waited 30 years, but never heard nought.

It's bn a long time, n I've survived many a drought,

Was Wuhan bat crazy, masking, just 2 go out.

My eyes got double bolts, N my minds gone blank,

My tongue got tied up, in a chat that wasn't 2 Frank.

Got the sniffles, and a cough, from the rising damp,

Send U a card from space, if I can afford the stamps.

But still nothing more, than a yellow rocket star man,

Flying 2 the moon, as fast as R wallets say we can.

Rocket fuels cheap bicarb powder, stale like spam,

And electronic wiring, that's as old as your gran.

One day R ships going 2 stop giving NASA's radar blips,

CIA's gonna make sure R boosters explode, in2 a million bits.

Paranoia top mad, too much time floating 2 think a bit,

Before our oxygen runs out, and we all choke 4 shit.

It was an important mission, I was sure we could land,

Neil Armstrong's Lodge, helped draw us a plan.

Shame Kubrick wasn't around, 2 put the film in the can,

Still did R best, on Area 51's banned desert sand.

So did I wish I had changed jobs, N become a man in a suit,

Door to door salesman, briefcase full of scams 2 boot.

College wasn't hard, so I always had time 2 toot,

N every boss was a thief, so I chose a life harder to loot.

© 2024 Robert Reid – All Rights Reserved

Moonlight Pipe

Spoon washed half cut white baked moonlight,

I'm sadly back on the pipe but still smiling.

Though hungry, broke and cold the next day,

N it’s frowns n the bank that’s dialling.

It's early doors n a room full of smoke n joke,

I’ve sadly succumbed 2 my old ways.

Burning spontex n cleaning glass pipes,

I don’t want 2 slip down to them danger days.

We got a gun dealer in here just for fun,

Blagging hot n cold his jib I’m not sure.

Got one hand on my shank in my coat,

As I try to sit calm n quiet by the door.

He’s got a little 20 year old young ting,

Hanging on his jacket he’s just showing her 4 play.

She’s only taking blowbacks right now,

But within a week she’ll be selling herself 4 pay.

He’s blowing out smoke through a shooter,

N he’s trying to act all fit n cool.

I’ve already marked out spots on his bod,

That’ll I’ll be digging in hard with my tool.

Every bodies eyeing up every other body,

It’s schiz 2 the bliz and paranoia central.

Peeps eying peeps white on black kept tight,

I can’t handle this n my minds already half mental.

A harsh old haunt n drawn droop eye lids,

It’s a game for others n I don’t wanna play.

Carpet picking curtain twitching wired old men,

But least my blank bank account will hav the final say.

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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