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

Dying

I got told I'm going to die,

Didn't even feel a tear cry,

Was blacked out in Clapham Station,

Til a good mate saved my life.

I got no blood inside me,

Lost so much weight I'm tiny.

Stuck in a familiar ward again,

Can't walk without getting grimy.

The doctors are the usual twats,

Really need to wear dunces hats.

I can't talk to them as their nobs,

But their thinkings really whacked.

I don't really care if I die,

It will be a court surprise.

I just want to get my book out,

So people knew I was alive.

So I'm just wasting away,

Too many meds stop my play.

I need to get on my laptop,

But I'm goofed out every day.

@ 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 

Held It In

The tin that held a little life, 

Dramatic events, took all day n night.

A break to party for the plane,

Darkness that snuffed out light.

The tin was the only witness,

Became a cannister full of bliss.

It was the only true survivor,

Cracked baccy tin full of hiss.

A faded container wrap,

That saw the animals bones snap.

Tiny metal survival kit,

Scouting 101 animal trap.

A safety pin was the snare,

Balanced over a twig with care.

SAS survival book taught us,

And now we had the hare.

We all sat around the camp fire,

The plane crash was quite dire,

But at least we now had something to eat,

And survivors partied like a Church choir.

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Reflect

I hate to reflect,

On years of neglect,

Nothing exciting to expect,

Except to win a good bet.

The hospitals are wrecked

A huge World War 2 debt,

We can never forget,

Being forced to face death.

So what is up next,

My last year on this wreck,

I'm a class A suspect,

An act of legalese to respect.

So I choose and select,

So many half finished projects,

A crap World to dissect,

Keep our leaders spot checked.

So I write and inspect,

All the lies I detect,

The evil I expect,

And sinners dots to connect.

Brain full of intellect,

A legacy to protect,

Don't want to die in regret,

So I'm pressing reset.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Stuck In A Room

Once up a time, 

Stuck in a room. 

A cobweb of death,

The spiders loom.

Covered in wirey thread, 

I read a dusty book. 

It was a book of death, 

As I lay on misery's hook. 

I've been here before, 

Eons time ago. 

A place of darkness, 

Flickery neon glow. 

Was a place I'll be again, 

Waiting for you here.  

In the black coal air, 

Spun round in fear.

Sound and light fade,

As I prepare once again.

To enter the room of death,

A final place of pain.

@ 2025 - 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

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

Ghost Parties

I'm constantly partying with Ghosts,

My dead friends being the hosts.

We rave to House in my dreams,

Lots of sweets n unlimited means.

Cream cakes, booze n smack,

Pregabs, ice cream, an ickle of crack.

Chilling, watching comedy n chat,

Making designs for all r new tats.

We gouch out, giggle n laugh,

Telling old stories of R mad past.

But my lost friends are all in ma head,

I only get to party with the dead.

N at the end I tell em I'll phone.

Then I wake up n realise I'm all alone.

© 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

5 Dead Boys

5 dead boys sitting on a wall,

5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.

5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,

5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.

First there was Ozzy,

He was my good mate,

But he sucked on gas for fun,

Got frozen lungs for his fate.

Second was my mate Gav,

He took one too many sweets,

Was found dead in his Mums bath,

Fully clothed with sunken feet.

They were both my friends,

Now they're both dead,

No one cared but old bill,

Murder arrests, local papers said.

Then was Mario in Spain,

We toked n walked the sand,

He danced n touched the wrong girl,

Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.

N then my old time mate Luke,

Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.

Cancer spread through him like the plague,

He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.

They were all my good friends,

Now they're all brown bread,

I'll be next the Devil said to me,

Making no 5, to join em he said.

5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,

5 dead boys all strutting tall.

Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,

But we all die someday, so heed that call.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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

Back To Bed

So chilling cold, 

Ruffle n snuffle,

I'm lying here, 

Back to bed.

Take your time,

It's all you have.

Mine is up,

Pass my fuckeries cup.

Choca Mocha.

Rice krispiees, 

N a butter crosiant with jam. 

I toke the vape, 

Eyes as wide as I can. 

Got a broken nose,

And blood on my knees.

Full of metal, 

Pain and krackle, 

Trickee tackle, when I walk.

But a smile on my face, 

When I see a bird to talk. 

Be a good boy,

Is what my mama said.

But I chose to be naughty,

That's why I'm back to bed.

@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

No Smart Shoes

I got no smart shoes, but got food,

You want some food?

I got dark or white, it's up 2 you,

It's food for the soul, and my souls well abused,

My shoes don't shine but yours don't too.

Coz I got no roof over ma head and ma cars ma bed,

I park down alleys, n pull ma coat over ma head.

My friends pretend, but don't let me rest ma legs,

I beg n beg but get ripped 2 shreds.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who thieves,

I've woke before 2 find friends on their knees.

Sifting through ma tings, taking what they need.

My pills n cash your supposed 2 leave.

I'd tell u the truth but never know where 2 begin.

My shoes may not shine, but 100% they're mine,

Never going down 4 a heist on Clarkes, damn stupid crime.

Treds cleaner than my bed n well past their prime,

But if anyone mugs me off I'll happily do the time.

Coz a friend in need must be a friend with greed,

Their needs so deep, they forget you in a heart beat.

A place to stay isn't a doggy treat,

They'd rather call the law than let me rest my feet.

So do you want these shoes, I say exist?

A pair of feet golden from the sun, but moon blessed.

Ten rough blistered toes, that the devils kissed,

Bore a baby from the Gods, but ill conceived, half pissed.

I maybe bat fuck crazy, but mans no joke full toke,

I fill small rooms with fumes ignore signs not 2 smoke, 

But I'm still a stand up man, n all round good bloke,

Yet if u rob me once you'll die in my choke.

Coz I done time, thrown lines and stood in line 4 brine,

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine.

I got an eye 4 wheels n never paid a speeding fine,

Cash on tap whoever said it don't pay well crime?

So go walk a mile, in my soiled wet shoes, 

Go slow, two by two, like rats led by a flute.

Tred my well worn path with a laugh, n give that man a toot,

N don't be the slow fat cow that farmers shoot.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who bleeds,

Shared blood in a stall, passed works beneath.

For a supposed friend, he could had said goodbye with a tweet,

Coz a year then passed before he was found dead in the street.

Coz I aint got no smart shoes, but have you?

Or are your treds worn dead, a sick man with no clue.

A suited fat lawyer, pimping a room with no view,

No win no fee, but still got time 2 sue.

Coz I count the real friends on my pinks, from head 2 toe,

A real friend will lend n don't put on a show, 

That's why I don't have real friends, they're a bar set too low,

N I walk these smart shoes alone on da path I know.

© 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

Empire of Dirt

I cut myself to play,

The red it seeps my shirt.

I stabbed a man like Cain, 

Buried the corpse in dirt.

My friends left in a day, 

Were threats I couldn't avert.

So I dug my veins away,

But nothing dulled my hurt. 

So I killed myself today,

Just to see if it would work.

I blew my brains away,

Perview my bloody herse.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Valentines Day

Its Valentines Day,

A total love mass-a-cre.

Heart pumped full of lead

Everyone jump in your car.

Write the date down,

It’s the 14th of Feb.

A day to remiss,

Roses prickly n red.

Rat-a-tat-tat,

Loves guns go off.

Your tied to the chair,

Spitting out a bloody cough.

Your birds ran home,

Nothing left but blood n gore.

Lay your weapons down,

Rest your heart on the floor.

So loves all around,

But just not in your bed.

So pull your hearts trigger,

And lay down with the dead.

© 2024 – Robert Reid All Rights Reserved

Guess Now This is Life

Dying men,

Crying friends. 

Here 2 mend, 

Near their end. 

Hot coffee,

N sticky toffee.

Don't cry n plea, 

Let's look n see.

Open PC consoles,

Have a nose.

Blood pressure rose,

Coz my Mum showed.

Mental health,

List of wealth.

Psychotic dealt,

Depressive melt.

Just met a girl,

Used 2 bang n whirl.

Now a twig hurl,

Health dealt a curl.

Nepalese nurses,

Abandonded purses.

Mooching curses,

Open hearses.

Don't pay a fee, 

NHS is free.

Nice nurses 2 see, 

All helping me.

Not that they can, 

Off 4 a scan. 

This wasn't my plan, 

But I'm on life's ban. 

Guess now this is life,

Won't be getting a wife.

Not joining lowlife, 

I'll end mine with a knife.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I wanna

I wanna punch, I wanna hit,

I want to fight n I wanna be bit.

Any takers I'll fight you all,

The leg-shaking vibe is breaking walls.

That club is shit and the bouncers bent,

Steroid freaks that I wanna end.

Broken bottle to the neck,

I don't mind a few glass flecks.

Or a chiv in the gut-deep sliced,

Made from a pen n razor blade ice.

But I'm stuck in this black chair,

Adrenaline rushing life's just unfair.

I wanna go out and kick at my black bag,

But my legs won't let me they just sag.

I wanna hit the fucking wall,

And wanna hit bricks till I ultimately fall.

I wanna hurt, I wanna feel more pain,

But I don't need to slice meat off my leg again.

I wanna someone else to take a shot,

And I wanna let them hit me like a rock.

So do I wanna live or do I wanna die,

Or I do I just wanna make myself cry.

I dunno what I really wanna do,

My mind doesn't even have a clue..

I just wanna make myself feel real,

But I can't even finish this poxy 2 line reel.....

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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