Everyone Thinks

Everyone thinks I'm just a junkee,

But my fix is life, and realitee.

I'v hd more pins than a 2nd hand dartboard,

But got thick skin, n veins like cardboard.

You look at me and just see flee,

But raise ur hand n we can just be.

Runaways, from this manipulative system,

A dried up society, lacking wisdom.

We can be free, birds of a feather,

Flying high, lords of the weather.

Hold my hand n let's kick that can,

The landlord loans, n tick from the man.

We ain't got much, 

But a little is a touch,

Rub those hands n a spark is born,

Spike your like, n pull out that thorn.

So dont look at me, wiv velocity,

I got more 2 my pours, than ur hostility.

So don't drink that fake bate,

Or ever tink it's 2 late.

Heaven can wait, 

it's on renters rebate

Gods inside us anyway, 

There no need to die 2 say hey. 

But as no1s ever seen my tru pain,

This is where I begin again.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Robber Barons

Capitalism was designed 2 be a bad bet,

N this Skrew can't get u out of bankers made debt.

But in world full of dollar driven crime,

It's a self inflicted crime 4 me not 2 rhyme.

So whether u owe it, or don't even know it,

Or hv blown it, or just don't want 2 show it.

Those chains around R collective brains,

R all just Robber Baron crafted pains.

So get ur head out the paper jail clink,

N prevent Wall St more cash 2 drink.

4 all that money u hv in the bank,

R just digital nos meant 2 rank.

Your worth 2 the governments police,

Give names 2 the Inland Revenue next 2 fleese.

We can't afford 2 feed or house the poor,

But there's always enuff 2 fund another war.

Starvation of the broke world masses,

The division of common man into classes.

R all just more Deep State ways,

To eek more money out of us 2 pay.

For their mansions, cars, butlers n planes,

Whilst u sit trapped, stuck on inside lanes.

So stop 2 help fund the 1% connected few,

N crush those glass high towers, n start anew.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Planned Obsolescence

We're all just planned obsolescence,

All r bodies sitting on a fence.

Don't dare spend another cent,

Our GDP relies on all R debt.

We're like a broken TV set,

A resisters gone, I'd hv a bet.

So go think ur TV is a wreck,

N spend a grand on credit debt. 

We r all just cogs in their machine, 

A Robber Barrons Capitalist dream. 

There ain't no good life 2 b seen, 

Your just funding politicians dreams.

What happened to the socialist parties? 

They swerved 2 the right 4 lobbiest smarties. 

Arthur Scargil n his worker armies,

All got beat by SAS horse rodees. 

Northern towns all turned dead, 

No jobs, dole was 3 million a head. 

So people turned 2 drugs n death,

N £ spent, cud hv kept jobs instead. 

We need a new peoples party, 

No lobbying n £ spent properly. 

No endless wars, debt is costly, 

Nationalise our shit, R train traks R all rusty. 

We're all just planned obsolescence, 

The world's breaking the global fence. 

N if u think this lifes 4 u, ur pretty dense, 

I said my rhyme, that's my 2 cents. 

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid 

XMAS SKЯEW....

SKr3w Screw,

Shiny glitter n glue,

Xmas came 2 soon,

Not nuff time 2 do.

Coz im ill n cold,

Rotten bones 2 old,

Gotta get gifts, I'm told,

B4 they're all sold.

But my wallets so blank,

N gettin txts from my bank,

Im in deep shit, half sank,

N my shopping list is wank.

But its XMAS time,

Plenty of pills n wine,

But got no credit line,

So prezzies ull come frm crime.

I'm spendin whole days in bed,

Shrinks fucked wiv my meds,

N mad shits crawling my head.

But still this iz XMAS time,

I'll b fucked up from 9,

Drink all day til night,

Then watch r family all fight.

My bredrens all here,

Drinking Scotch n Beer,

My sister sits near,

Still not a word in my ear.

Coz she hates my guts,

4 old skool time heart cuts,

Her mates dead bro I knw not,

But an Elephant's memory she got.

But joy, its XMAS time,

Shop mad n get debt 4 time,

Its a messed up gd night,

N yuletide good times.

But this is Santas Skrew,

His wallnuts r cold n blu,

Rudolphs b glowing red soon,

Coz he's stuck in your flue.

So ur presents will b late,

As it's all not always up 2 fate,

Santa's bellys far too great,

N all prezzies, China slave made.

So I'll end this shit Skrew,

Coz I got fuck all else 2 do,

I'd love to Facetalk to a few,

But chose 2 write 2 r crew! 

© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid