Got To Find A Way....

Just because I was hating,

Secretly seething and baiting.

No-one knows what the big deal is,

When I'm alone sick n naked.

So I got to find a way,

A better way, a healthy way.

Got to find a way a better way,

Some other day, another day.

When I was a lover,

There were always others.

Girls and barmaids everywhere,

For a life without self care.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a clever way.

I got to find a way.

A nicer way, a different day.

When I was a fighter,

I'd burn candle wax with lighters.

Dripping wax on fingers,

Licking blood off fingers.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a better way.

I got to find a way.

A nicer way, some other day.

When I was a loser,

I was a locked up bruiser.

Fighting cops in high streets,

Waking up in beds with new meets.

I got to find a way,

A better way, a better way.

I got to find a way.

A finer way, but on another day.

When I was forced on the sick,

Life was boring as shit.

Hated way people got funny,

When I asked for money.

We got to find a way,

A better way, for a better day.

We need to find a way.

All of us need, a better day.

Freedom is like a flower,

Blooming to speak truth to power.

Never let them cage you for speaking,

This life aint meant for weaklings.

We got to find a day,

When we say, what we want to say.

Got to find a way to fight to say,

No Twitter cancel sway.

We got to find a way,

A freedom day, no backing away,

We got to find a way, don't let them say,

What we are not allowed to say.  

So we got to find a way,

A better way, a better way,

Got to find a way, a clever way,

No fighting today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

Got to find a way, a better way, now today.

(repeats until almost a scream)

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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As well as on their Twitter account > https://twitter.com/MaryFrancesTrst/status/1592168577624584197

Our 3rd Movember blog is a song called "Got To Find A Way" & written by Robert from our Creative Writing Group about struggles of a life without self-care & trying to find a healthier way of dealing with hurt by opening up and saying what you want to say: https://t.co/xCY1zC4Q92 pic.twitter.com/diJQvuquLa

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The Invitation....

In 2020, our country was given an invitation,

To stay together as one, continue living as one, as a liberty freedom loving nation,

But only a few ppl stayed back, huddled together at the train station,

Waving at full carriages trundling off, travelling to an unknown Chinese destination.

Still some of our people held tight, on to that special invitation.

They chose not to become, part of a true police state, a total surveillance nation.

Too many ppl disagreed, jailing themselves inside, praying for salvation.

More than a few wanted freedom, screw the USA, and bent Joe Biden.

The lobbyists and donors of course, had special back seat, White House invitations.

To witness a lying racist President, bowing down with glorified fake admiration.

He was only in the door a single day, b4 those men sent troops into other nations.

N “Liberals” cheered on, whilst CIA news anchors clapped, and started salivating.

However still some people kept on, wishing hard, holding on tight with their invitations.

But the smiling fat controllers had already imagined n designed great global inspirations.

Peoples bank balances got smaller, some sad few, enjoyed their emancipation,

Governments made sure small businesses suffered, whilst billionaires got full compensation.

A few specially selected, were welcomed with Internet invitations.

They laughed whilst it wasn't them, being de-ranked, with online damnation.

But then supposed Liberals, became free speech censors, with glee and twisted condemnation.

Until it was their time to get de-platformed, with powerful tech, censoring applications.

Only a few were left standing at the station, hoping wishfully with their invitations.

Disgusted by DAVOS, Bilderberg, and all those globalist creations.

Some went rioting, others refused their long term, untested vaccinations.

But many ppl allowed their freedoms to succumb, to permanent COVID regulations.

Myself I said sorry Gov, I don't want any police state, virus infected invitation.

And as for my subjugation, you better dose up my medications.

Coz my mind's splitting in half like cancer, as if bombed with radiation.

And I can't handle your changing logic, n all that Tory miss-communication.

So for the people that accepted, their Governments invitation.

They were told freedom would come, from a single vaccination.

Then it became mandatory masks, booster jabs, and yearly genetic alterations.

And don't forget it will never end, we have all those foreign born, evolving COVID mutations.

So for those of you that think, a magic solution, is in any Government invitation.

You're sorely mistaken, don't know real history, and in need of some proper education.

First they create a problem, and then they offer the people a solution.

Then they stand by to watch and profit, from a divided peoples, self annihilation.

The few that stayed back, threw away the rest of their invitations.

They were left in a bleak unsocial credit world, with no physical real, human relations.

Their only escape became, 3D holographic, fake techno creations.

But soon it became every non millionaires way, to take any kind of trip or holiday vacation.

So BoJo go screw yourself and our “special” Government invitations.

A year I've been imprisoned alone, state sanctioned under your regulations.

I spit on your safety laws, fines, and ordinance mandations.

Coz if the truth is “The Great Reset”, then it should be to REAL human mental elevation.

© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Licence Fee

Licence feee, I don't pay for it, no want BBC.

I got Netflix, Prime n BeeTV,

OneHD, Potato Streams and free Pay Per View TV,

Mobdro sports, football and UFC.

I don't watch live shows, my brains catch up TV,

Art Bell at night on TuneIn radio,

Pluto shows and Bitchute video n audio.

Facebook, YouTube don't fuck with me,

Your algorithms demote free speech, can't you see?

My minds escaped Googles box and moved to Pirate Bay,

TOR Browser, uTorrent, I watch films I want my way.

I got respect for film makers and out thought thinkers,

But don't wanna get stuck in your Adsense click baiters.

I turn cookies off and proxy 3 ways,

Internets dark web is free thought my way.

You've ripped blogs from me n ripped up years work for notin,

I'm fed up with your knowledge base, let me speak to a real man.

Internet and Googles,“do no evil”,

NSA's behind all that, like da bike behind Evil Kneivel.

I got no more to say, go read da law on my wall,

Tink about da small print, as I throw you down ma hall.

TV inspector, go swivel, I'm plugged in no more,

To your indoctrination stations, I'm a mainline information whore.

So go tink about dat, as your van sneaks down ma street,

Paying no more to listen, no Government double speak.

 

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

 

A Prison Ting

He was just a stupid young kid, jobless and broke,

But the prick tries robbing me and I think it's a joke.

Then a shank is produced, I see the blade through the smoke,

So I snap his arm in two and let him sleep in my choke.

Think nothing of it, coz it happens all the time,

But stupid plod cops want to nick me, for a non-crime.

Get a 6 o'clock knock, and see a long blue line,

And I'm remanded to Reading, to wait for court time.

Got nothing in my pockets but I kept a penny cheeked,

Least half an oz passes on visits, from week to week.

Throw cash devils way and he'll give you what you seek,

But guards beam on touching, so we pass cheek to cheek.

Got a smelly cell mate, who don't wash or pull the chain,

And another white yoof, talking black without no shame.

My tackles plugged 24/7, unless the boys have gone to play a game,

So I straighten tin pie wraps to smoke on, til a screw came.

Got a kicking in the cell and batons shave my shins,

A mattress beating at night and cell mates never see a thing.

I poke a screw in the throat and he chokes on my fings,

Then I'm stripped beat n battered, whilst I hear the screws sing.

A month in solitary, and I'm shitting in a hole,

Got roaches for company and a dark hearted soul.

My foods mixed with crushed glass, so I can't eat at all,

All coz a screw got a taste, and a heart black as coal.

Finally I'm acquitted, on a plea of self defence,

But the screw gets me nicked, just on offence.

Thought half the jury, would have sat on the fence,

But they all send me to chokey, to be confined with the dense.

So I'm back to prison, but this time it ain't no remand,

A crime I wouldn't call it, but still the record stands.

Hear that kids bredrins on the wing, shanks pass hands,

And I end up dead in the showers, stabbed on demand.

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid