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.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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.

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Time

I’ve been messed up a long time, it's been pretty purgatorial.

Life’s been a constant running with death, it was life’s hard tutorial.

Slip that sharp under skin, one time it was daily dictatorial.

Flush the purple not the red or you’ll end up a crematorium memorial.

I can eat more sweets than any pharmacist can order weekly.

From blues to the Xans, I used to seek out any going smarties.

Just chug down the pills 2 stop them jerks, please God quickly.

Coz I got no time for the rhyme when I'm sick, so please ask me meekly.

Life's lessons over time have been dealt out quite harshly.

Been runnin after hard working, just to get myself fed well daily.

Scoring bits in the park in the dark, like a McDonalds drive thru quickly.

Coz if I get caught n go to court, I know I’d be locked up definitely.

I got a thing in my head that keeps me from acting socially normal.

I try to forget all the debt n the sweats but I reckon I was born abnormal.

Kicked from shrink to HUB when young, it was life’s long trip eternal.

I try to be honest so they always script me up, thick like a journal.

So I stay in hospital 4 a week every month but I'm not easy 2 manage.

And when I get out of this head of mine, I can easily make severe damage.

N I'd rather eat chocolate, than a healthy cheese n tomato sandwich.

But when I'm dosed up you'll find me nice n mellow, I'm quite well-mannered.

Sometimes I hear sounds all around n it sends me a bit crazy.

So I pop a few sweets with a swill n wake up on the floor all dopey n hazy.

U can't expect me to cop a plea to insanity when I'm locked up already daily.

Stuck in my flat with no-one to talk to, so my brain inner talks to me madly.

I'm more depressed than the rest but I still jest carefree.

Although inside I'm a ball of anxiety n silently my brains all twitchy.

I'm paranoid my Androids spying on me so I tape it up, please NSA don't watch me.

I'm on no-fly and no-read lists, coz the USA all seem to hate me.

I don't take anti this n anti that no more, coz it’s all poison in a pill.

They dumb you down and keep you fat and tired, it's all big pharma pigs swill.

So I have to take downers instead coz it's that double bed I want to kill.

But getting off them sweets is a strength n I don't have the inner will.

So let me have more money it does grow on trees, just ask the government’s treasury.

They print it off daily with interest fees, just paid back by you n me.

Just believe it’s worth more than the paper, coz it’s got the Queens mug on a twenty.

N when inflation makes it worth nothing, we will all go begging together plenty.

Maybe heavens not up there n I don't care, if I float in space eternally.

Coz time goes too fast that now n the past only last momentarily.

N if Quantum mechanics is correct then you better bet that consciousness is holy.

And Spacetime is nothing but a concept until someone observes it very slowly.

So time is just an idea and a life’s trek from birth to death runs repeatedly.

We tread those steps with the false thought that we all act independently.

But block time means time doesn't exist and we all dance deterministically.

To whoever’s tune I don't know but it don't matter, coz times just a fantasy.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Junior Doctor

I'm just a junior doctor n I know fuck all,

Only went to med school 2 bang girls in the bathroom stalls.

I come round all week, meek n silent as mandem speak, big bald n tall,

Then at the weekend your alone, n suddenly a little know it all.

But your just a younger, a pure div, specs in blue.

Glasses n pen out, with only half a quarter, of any clue.

If you hadn't chat so much shit, I wouldn't had 2 write this Skrew.

But I hate telling Dox, shit they should already knew.

Sorry for the grammar, but I don't give a fuck.

U want me have a bed bath, get 1 of them fit nurses, 2 kneel and suck.

All I want is a power shower, but I keep waking up in muck.

Sick blood n bile, I'm obviously all out of luck.

Go back to med school, pay grand's 2 learn wat I learnt on the Street.

Which meds interact with what, n what drugs will make u swell ur feet.

It's all in the box dinlow, just open it, n read that sheet.

Then I wouldn't be listening every weekend, about ur crappy medical feats.

© 2021 Rob Reid