Give Me My Meds!

Wheres the coffee lady?

I'm Choca moca crazy.

Drink at least 10 a day,

N then I piss it all away.

On the headphones, 

Locked in a music zone.

Coz Golden Brown,

Used 2 lay me down.

N Sweet Child of Mine,

Gave the devil a fine. 

But I just want 2 bet,

But NHS WiFi won't let. 

Ran out of mobile data,

Opera VPN hater.

Hanging out of windows,

Get a 4G signal if close.

I still just wanna bet,

Am I a gambling addict yet? 

Weekend racing sun, 

Only betting is good fun. 

Wattsapp calls,

A patient falls.

I can b happy like herb,

Still use fuck as a verb.

Medical notes on me, 

Paranoid schizo I'll be. 

I ask pls get my clonazepam, 

Or I'll b talking 2 an invisible man. 

The pregabs n benzos, 

Keep me calm n mellow. 

But don't give em 2 me, 

We'll see how psychotic I can B. 

Don't want 2 hurt no one, 

But I can kick off n run. 

Security r just in my way, 

Get beaten but they'll pay. 

Broken spoon spike chiv, 

Not a nice gift to give. 

Don't tell me u ain't got my meds, 

Coz u won't put me 2 bed. 

NHS strapped cash, 

Always hv my own stash. 

Can't trust em 2 hv my pills,

Wud just screw wiv my will. 

So it's NHS v Rob Reid, 

N u expect me 2 not to feed. 

Sweets, gabs n Morphine, 

Keeps Rob nice n clean. 

Call me an NHS junky,

At least I'm not robbing ur Granny. 

Call me a hypocrite, 

See damage of constant hits.

Now I'm ending this Skrew,

N hope u learned something new.

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Prince Philip Is Dead

Oh dear the Duke of Edinburgh is dead,

So all go off, lower your flag, and bow your head.

Coz now all the radio stations n TV channels are dead,

But no1 talks Royal crime, n so many virgins force wed.

If you want, you can let yourself be a Royal subject,

But fuck that, I am a citizen, I am not anyone's subject.

The Royals are all above the laws they disrespect,

You'll never see Crown vs Crown, their crimes are unchecked.

If the Royals gave a shit, about any of their subjects,

They'd use their massive wealth and land, to lessen neglect.

Billions stashed in overseas banks, everyone would bet,

They could end world hunger, in a day, without a sweat.

Common law trials, have judged and convicted,

But Royals don't pay for crimes, they've certainly inflicted.

Missing kids in Canada, witnesses have depicted,

Kissing royal feet before disappearing, their crimes a sickness.

N the worse of all, is that I saw today at Aintree,

That tomorrow all of us fans, would be so lucky.

The Grand National will still go ahead, presenters so happy,

But fuck the royals, why do ppl worship them so badly.

They see themselves above all us serfs,

We pay taxes to them so they can travel the earth.

And never forget the Duke of E, was head of the WWF,

If reincarnated he would be a virus, n kill us all, end child birth.

So sorry Royal fans, go wash your Royal mugs n plates,

They've done nothing to ease our locked up pain, or help alleviate.

Maybe tourist traps, foreign fans always stand at Buck gates,

But go n watch that video of the naked man, jump out of a window to escape.

We don't know what goes on, in half their inbred heads,

N which Royal Charlie, used to take his butler to bed.

We do know that they r protecting Prince Andrew, from crimes ahead,

And we know they really believe, their royal lineage, comes from a real Godhead.

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