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Tuesday, 14 April 2026

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.

Monday, 13 April 2026

Spider

Spider, spider, sticky web,

Clever creature, never forget.

One day you will be wrapped in his silk.

Stuck helpless as he covers you up.

Clueless and lonely for help.

He crawls over you with intent.

Tying you up entirely,

Anesthetised you stare blankly out.

That spider put you where he want,

Your soon going to be his snared eat.

So beware of that sticky little spider, spider.

An 8 eyed crawly assasin.

You'll never escape his web.

Everyone ends up trapped.

So just accept your fate.

Sunday, 12 April 2026

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.

Sunday, 1 March 2026

Sitting Around

I'm just sitting around,

Pounding the ground.

Got too many fears,

To go walking in town.

Social workers ring,

Sayin I need help to think.

But got briefs and lawyers,

And trouble with shrinks.

No one wants to fix my arm,

Guess they think it's self harm.

But no one tried the obvious,

Now I'm left to rot in the farm.

We're all stuck in a human zoo,

Thinking we control what we do.

But we're in a 3D video game,

Zombified robots with no clue.

So I'm sitting around,

Just pounding my ground.

I'm just slipping away,

Into a dream, with no sound.

Wednesday, 10 December 2025

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.

Sunday, 30 November 2025

Chance

Life's a game of chance,

It's a crap shoot from the start.

Snake eyes you win love,

Otherwise a string of broken hearts.

Who knows the games God plays,

Einstein said he didn't play dice.

But he didn't know true reality,

God's a card player who can fuck your life.

Lucky you if he picked an Ace,

But always beware of the joker.

It's a double stitched, stacked deck,

You'll never win a hand of poker.

They say don't stare too long at the sun,

Because you might become blind.

Or chance may make it spin around,

And make you eternally wise n kind.

Drugs n booze can blur out life,

Its chances unlucky card flop.

But forever seeking the next high,

Will leave you begging non stop.

Sipping from the Devils cup,

He whispers promises in the dark of night.

A quick escape from chances reality,

A high that steals your soul's light.

Coz chance is a wicked plan,

It determines your life and means.

Nature and nurture ignore chances role,

And could fill your life with empty dreams.

This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.

Saturday, 24 May 2025

Queen

Brooding mare, striking hair,

Rebellious our Queen, Boadicea,

Red, white and blue,

She was the English overseer.

Her chariot storms the troops,

Romans shaken with fear,

Arrows fly like sparrows,

Axe weilded against spear.

Her hair browny, red and firey,

Ends plated with blood flares,

She storms the Latin invaders,

Striking Romes soldiers with dare.

Battling for her home and people,

Against the Roman legions,

Smash, blood, and crackle,

She leads the British region.

Faces painted with blue paint,

Rolling bales of tar aflame,

Soldiers run and dive for cover,

"Holy Zeus", Centurions exclaim.

Romans sent by Emperor Hadrian,

Lost became the fate of the 9th legion.

Due to our killer Queen Boadicea,

The Romans were eventually beaten.

(This won the Facebook Group competition May 2025)

Tuesday, 13 May 2025

Back Again

Trolleys rolling,

Kettles boiling,

Phone scrolling,

Nurses scolding.

Head pains,

Blood stains,

Muddled brains,

PAL complaints.

A Bell rings,

A Bet wins,

A needle stings,

No phone rings.

Hot showers,

Doctor power,

Visiting hours,

R lonley hours.

Here once more,

F6 upper floor,

Locked med drawer,

My bodies poor.

Never ends,

Mind bends,

Thoughts 2 pen,

I'm back again.

Sunday, 1 December 2024

Messing

Note: Its meant to be read fast a bit like a song, each stanza quickly in one go. A bit like a Kasabian song.

1, I'm messing with the enemy,

Don't need 2 sell my soul 4 free,

He's already inside of me,

Watching from a gallery.

2, he's just another trick,

Playing the devil jus 4 kicks,

He's making my brain proper sick,

Seems I'm on another trip.

3, he's running my body ill,

So I'm crushing up another pill,

As I watch, my very own blood spill,

He's got me under an evil spell.

4, my mind cant ignore,

The pain inside my inner core,

He's got me rolling on the floor,

Please, find me an entrance door.

5, he's coming 4 me, I got the fear,

Handing me, another beer,

All 2 keep my mind unclear,

Messing with my mind, pls help me dear!

6, he's destroyed my mental health,

I think i need some proper help,

But no1 seems 2 want 2 help,

So I'm stuck on this running belt.

7, it's coming towards the end,

I can't see, around the bend,

So can u find an angel 2 send,

Or I'll be in another Sim again.

Damn!

Wednesday, 4 September 2024

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.

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

Tuesday, 3 September 2024

Go To Bed

The nurse said "go 2 bed",

But Creepy Nicks on the Neb?

You must hv fish in ur head,

Go make me a coffee instead.

Ur waking everyone up!

Said the nurse with my coffee cup.

Well sorry ur out of luck,

N I really don't give 2 fucks.

I've not slept for 5 nights,

My mates r all dying n I'm in fright.

Call security if u wanna fight,

They may punch out my lights.

I told them I need a sleeper,

N don't want any time machine creeper.

If it's zopiclone u can keep it,

I wanna a oggmie so I sleep a bit.

Ppl are being disturbed by you!

Said the agency staff with no clue.

Go open ur bowels n hv a poo,

Fuck it ill take some clonz 2 chew.

Your bad language is upsetting ppl!

Soz my lingo is street n ur unequal,

You upset me daily n it's sequel,

A bad start 2 the day it's prequel.

My hospital life is getting boring,

Can't stand Jim with his snoring.

Lesley's lost his elephant, ur choring,

N I can't stand the cop next 2 me I'm ignoring.

Pls go 2 bed n try rest ur head!

They wake me up all night, its a waste of a bed.

I'd rather stay in Highdown prison instead.

At least I'd get a kip, even if I end up dead.

Friday, 6 October 2023

Scrambled Heads

Let's go mumbling, bumbling without care,

Pink pixie queen, chose my lacey underwear.

I make a livin pickin chicken teeth off da floor,

Den I go n fence em, 2 a sewer livin, troll of a whore.

Coz I'm just a lil scamp, with a brain full of scrambled eggs,

Holes n green gunk, yep I've got bad legs.

Slipped pins thru ma skin, 4 30yrs like a chore,

It's da kinda shit, I don't want 2 do no more.

Used 2 hv teeth, dat shined bright n glowed,

But I pickaxed dem like da cavities, in dis flow,

Mr green became too clean, n boring 4 me

But hopefully I'll get a bag of ticks, by half past 3.

So I'll post this Skrew, up bit by bit,

N If I can't rhyme the dime in time, I ain't worth shit.

Thursday, 5 October 2023

Patients

Winding willows,

Blood stained pillows.

Dinlow patients,

I'm out of patience.

Red raw back,

Need a life hack.

They dope me up,

As soon as I'm up.

Nothing to see here,

Wrapped curtain clear.

Be a gentle buttercup,

or I'll mess u right up.

Blood in my hands,

No one understands.

Tuesday, 4 July 2023

Hotel Frimley Park

(To the tune of Hotel California)

Welcome to the Hotel Frimley Park,

Such a lovely place,

Such a happy face.

Hardly any room at the Hotel Frimley Park.

Any time of year,

You won't find beds here.

So welcome to the hotel Frimley Park,

We got lovely staff,

N an expensive car park.

Such a lovely place,

Smiling happy face.

So welcome to ward F6,

we're all bed bound,

Lights off at 10,

don't dare make a sound.

Pls don't piss yourself,

Or dare shit yourself.

Nurses just love changing wet smelly bed sheets,

It's joy for them, they tuck em in prison neat.

Rolling to the left bar as they yank it out, hard feel the pain,

Then a roll to the right, and the same shit repeats again.

Don't get monged out n cause rampages over missing food,

The nurses will shout about, but they dosed u good.

If you rampage 2 much Security might get called,

But ur NHS high, so they just get eye balled.

But don't ever josh n joke with ur bay mates,

Or flip right out n smash ur dinner plates.

They will dose u up,

just to shut you up.

Don't even think about leaving Hotel Frimley Park,

You won't get very far,

Might even break your leg,

in our very own car park.

I used to love coming to hotel Frimley Park, nearly every year,

3 hot meals a day, power shower n no bed bound tears.

This is a mad n sad, summer holiday for me,

Roasting outside, our bay all feels the heat.

So welcome to Hotel Frimley Park,

HMP prison lights off early, so we tap phones in the dark.

I got a mobile, money and a tablet,

Royal Ascots on, so they feed my habit.

My left leg is still leaking everywhere, brown shit,

Not that the nurses can ID, the crumbly bitz.

I got a new big old hole from unknown shit in my left calf,

Not that I can get anything done, not with these numpty staff.

So welcome to the majesty's HMP Frimley Park.

We have NAZI nurses,

that will leave u wet in the dark.

Just don't piss in the bed,

You'll be shipped off 2 another ward instead.

I think I've been around the block in Hotel Frimley Park.

Too many wards I've seen, 2 much madness in the dark.

Life throws u lemons, and u have to make do,

Just remember those Nepalese names, in case u need to sue.

They all babble together at the desk in Smurf,

So I never worry, or give a shit if I curse.

I swear 4 verbs, adjectives and even nouns,

N if u don't like the sound of it, go swivel u pussy clouns.

Apparently Frimley HMP says I'm mentally ill,

I'm paranoid schizo, psychotic n probably ready 2 kill.

So they dose me up in the day to try n keep me quiet,

Turning half my brain off, then complaing about a chocolate éclair riot.

All I want 2 do is itch my broken cast covered leg,

Still I know they r going to turf me out, with 2 fucked pegs.

So welcome to Hotel Frimley Park,

It's a deadly place, n will leave it's mark.

We have unhappy staff,

U will get scolded 4 having a laugh.

It's my summer holiday,

N I've had too many stayz.

I just etch the wall and count up the days.

One day I might get out of this ward n Hotel Frimley Park.

I'll be climbing scaffolding, one leg in the dark.

N if you ever find a broken body, with 2 duff legs,

Just think of me on discharge day only to break my "good" leg.

Sunday, 30 April 2023

Blank

Blank, blank,

Blankety Blank,

Got no wheels with throttle,

My life is wank.

I've got to that stage,

In a hospital cage.

Where's my brain?

Scared 2 turn that page.

Drip drip,

Drip, drop, drip.

Stop them beeps,

Clickity click.

Blood stained hands,

N broken pans.

But a penny weighs a penny.

And a fag weighs a gram.

Shrinks n Docs have a meeting,

Am I there? Where's my seating?

2 of my minds often collide,

Forgotten goodbyes, forgotten greetings.

You take this n I'll take that,

Falling downstairs n baseball bats.

So give me more pills and ignore the meows,

Looking so scared as they tighten the sack.

I'm not really sure,

If I'm rotten to the core?

My mind's so blank,

Does anyone care anymore?

Sometimes it seems,

Life's just one long dream.

It was coffee one sugar,

N they skipped the cream.

Still, I had a good go,

Despite meds making me slow.

Pharmacy's dealings,

Kept my brain from healing.

So here I am,

Mangled cold spam.

Only in my forties,

A blank brained man.

Wednesday, 5 April 2023

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.

Friday, 31 March 2023

Digging

Ultrasound,

Vein found.

Scanner needed,

Nurses pleaded.

Veins very deep,

Chose 2 keep.

Arteries everywhere,

So dig with care.

Sharp scratch,

Nice catch.

Red flows in,

From a vertical pin.

2nd hand dartboard,

Diggers I ignored.

Happy nurses,

I hardly noticed.

Thursday, 30 March 2023

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.

Monday, 24 October 2022

An Ode to My Bed

This is an ode and poem to my very own double bed,

A prison cell maybe, but it’s home n a place I never dread.

I do get tired from climbing steep stairs with broken legs,

N I get to the top n need to lie down to rest my creaking pegs.

I’m in my bedroom n through the windows I could see blue sky,

But the curtains R always closed tight n only my paranoia knows why.

Like hospital, I’ve spent days and weeks just lying on my bed,

Waiting for ops or recuperation time, I am the walking dead.

I can hear cars screech early doors, N planes N trains fly by.

N I can block the sound of little barking dogs out if I really try.

I have a nice NHS air mattress on my bed after my thigh was chopped,

It's nice and hard and keeps me waking to find my back broken N flopped.

With my TV on the wall, I watch YouTube N Netflix all day N night,

But the cops do love me so when I hear the doorbell ring I get a fright.

After the deadly ruck I had, blood stains the ceiling N now I have a camera doorbell,

So if blue do come a knocking I can always look at the screen for an early tell.

But I do love my bed it’s the space I have suffered, loved, and cried,

And one of these days it’ll probably be the place I finally rest to die.

Monday, 3 October 2022

God complex

When I was just a baby alien God,

I never really wanted human blood.

Now I'm omnipotent I love it like dogs love mud,

Just give me your neck n let the red flood.

Life’s just a vivid dream now separate from time,

I can see other worlds just with my mind,

Remote viewing and universal consciousness is a gold mine,

I never know when I sleep what I'll find.

I've been a joyrider riding space cars,

N I've killed insectoid aliens fighting on mars.

I've killed millions with my mind eons far,

And destroyed hundreds of planets and their stars.

I am Zeus, Thor, Yahweh and all you humans worship me,

You all bend over and follow my every decree.

I change my name every hundred years or three,

And all you mortal beings just worship me.

I think I might just have a God complex,

My life is stuck in time a human wreck,

I bellow commands and send sailors below deck,

I demand fealty and you all pay me respect.

But then again, I'm in a locked up padded cell,

With tubes coming from every orifice, I can tell.

Maybe I am only a God of the room I dwell,

And I will spend eternity in my very own hell.

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