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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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

Ho Ho Ho

Ho Ho Ho,

It's Christmas no?

Eat another choclate,

N listen to my flow.

Ho Ho Ho,

Santa's slow,

Drank too much whisky,

Staked his sleigh in snow.

Ho Ho Ho,

I got ice snot cold,

I'd wipe my noggin,

But got no rags 2 blow.

Ho Ho Ho,

The Gov don't know.

Listen to the news,

Seems I got benefit woes.

Ho Ho Ho,

U got any cash 2 borrow?

I'm looking at my balance,

Seeing my overdraft grow.

Ho Ho Ho,

More crap TV shows,

Depressing Eastenders,

Suicide and Murder to go.

Ho Ho Ho,

Pull a cracker Joe.

Unwrap that tat,

It's your best present no?

Ho Ho Ho,

Crossaint honey glow,

Have another mince pie,

Stop your blood flow.

So Ho Ho Ho,

Another years game show,

We all doubled down on debt,

N hoped to win lifes lotto.

© 2023 – Robert Reid All Rights Reserved

LAЯDY DAЯDY

Lardy Dardy,

We liked to party,

She scouted Smirnoff,

I got Barcardi.

Яoly Poly,

She Didn't kno me,

I liked a good ting,

But she liked pony.

It got crazy,

Brain got hazy,

I was a hermit,

As ppl were raving.

Bish Bash Bosh,

I needed a wash,

Trying 2 pull here,

I'd already lost.

So Daisy Maisy,

Pls come n play me,

I was washed up,

Hungry n lazy.

I was fuck3d up,

Sipped from devil's cup.

Creepin n reaping,

She lifted me right up.

Boiled N Bubble,

I was in trouble,

But she had my back,

Turned cases 2 rubble.

So turn the last page,

Burned out dance stage,

We fell in lov3,

N saw out r old days.

© 2023 – All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

I'm Not Going Out Like That.....

To be honest I've been thinking a lot about suicide,

I don't want to die alone, not knowing where I am, no shame to hide.

Pants down grown man, being washed like a kid who cries,

Minds all turned to mush, your own memories a tall lie.

So I've decided I'm not going out like that,

The only decision is to find a way to sucker that bat.

Pills n Whisky my old man says is his only choice of going splat,

A single malt mixed with sleepers n then a fall into a whisky vat.

For me I need more, n I dunno what kind of painless way,

Don't need 2 be spending a ton on pills n powder 2 not only go one way.

I need so much dark, XANS n booze, I'll have to start saving today,

A piggy bank stash of cash all wrapped up, set for my final day.

It may seem to you like I'm taking the coward's way out,

When you've been stuck with senile men, you wouldn't have any doubt.

I ain't going out like that, an old grown man baby without any clout,

Think it's braver to use a shooter, N blow my own mushed brains straight out.

That day will certainly come but I have no idea of the time n date n when,

I just hope I don't go senile first, N 4get to pull that trigger again.

Coz yesterday was supposed 2 be my last on earth, with a failing brain,

I forgot 2 write a post-it note 2 tell me 2 flush my life down the drain again!

© 2022 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! 

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