Hospital Merry Go-Round

I got red raw ulcers n holes,

A proper hospital stay is my goal.

Got blood, thinner than water,

Porter ready to take me off to slaughter.

This is just prison with good food,

Only the meds keep my mellow mood.

I make my own bed,

And have to sort out my own head.

Showers at 4 in the morning,

I'm lucky if I get hot water pouring.

Doctors rounds are battlegrounds,

I can't help but pummel down.

Doctors have heads thicker than wood,

Nothing I say gets understood.

This is a shit merry-go-round,

I might as well sit in the Lost N Found.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Head Shrink

Do you internally think?

Thinking you need a head shrink?

Twenty one eyed wobbly blinks,

Coz a voice in ur heads linked.

I'm schizo, rizo, paranoid dizo,

Anxious, rancorous, mentally smart tho.

Twitchy itchy, living in a kill zone,

Always searching, looking 4 my birth clone.

Has ur brain gone wonky?

Working like a 3 legged donkey?

Planning to throw a ghost party?

Led astray by your monkey?

Coz depression is a constant mission,

Brain atoms split like nuclear fission.

Bed sweats from constant pillow kissin,

Want 2 take a dive n go forever missing.

Got bed rot, n old blood clots,

Never gonna be back at top spot.

Get arrested 4 a hot shot,

N nicked 4 murder by dumb cops.

So go and get ur meds filled,

I'm over scripted like a cow field.

My chemist always has the good pills.

But nothing takes away my brain ails.

Maybe ma heads always gonna be fucked,

Internal plumbing needs a plunge suck.

But what can I do about this head fuck?

Maybe I've just run out of luck?

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Death

Today I got told my friend is dead,

Seems every time I'm in a hospital bed.

Another pal walks thru heavens gate,

My generation has a deadly fate. 

Is 47 the age of my crews death? 

Coz too many hv taken last breaths. 

In 2 yrs I've lost over 15 mates, 

Too many died a grizly fate. 

My bodies ragged n my brains boiled, 

I got no veins n all my organs R soiled. 

Ppl say I'm next on deaths list, 

Tbh I'd rather skip this life a miss. 

If I do go don't be sad or ask why, 

I've jus spent 2 long in pains cry....

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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. 

© 2024  All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Anxiety

I’ve got the pain, the pain, that anxious pain in my head again.

I don’t wanna go out coz I got the shame, that shame of forgetting peeps’ names.

Do u see those eyes on me, balling me, balling me, eyeballing me in the shop?

I don’t want 2 speak coz my brain is gonna stall on me, stall on me, make me stutter, choke n stop.

I wanna curl up in a ball n just crawl into a deep dark hole n hide.

But I’m forced to see people eyeballing me, balling me n looking unhappy n snide.

The anxiety hits me so bad, whenever I get stressed or rushed 4 time.

I used 2 make it worse, full paranoid schizo, by doing cheeky pub toilet top lines.

When I see peeps’ I don’t know in the street coming @ me, I walk past em a mile n a half wide.

N when I can’t find my wallet or phone, I’m on that dark painful panic filled slide.

All I wanna do is get my meds, my pills, crunch em up, n hopefully knock myself out.

Coz I can’t handle the fear when people get upset with me or angry n scream n shout.

What have I done to deserve this constant fear n anxious pain?

All I do is repeat the same steps n get that fear over n over again.

Where’s my keys, I’ve lost them, have u seen em? I’m gonna go mad.

Ten minutes later I realise there in my pockets so deep, I already had.

So just give me my meds, my pills n capsules, I need 2 calm down.

I’ve been on em so long, my script would knock any Zoo Elephant down.

N I can’t get off em coz I need professional help n time, which aint even here.

So talk of Detox n using Mindfulness or CBT, is not even near.

It seems the Government has shut down all the free rehabs 2 save on their cash.

They think I can just cut down at home alone, I wouldn’t even get a good bash.

No1 understands the fear n panic from anxiety I get in my head.

So I just put up with the pain, the fear, the balling n stay in my bed.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

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

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

Sounds...

I'm just a listener a passenger to Nirvana,

As my feet walk halls on souls made in China. 

Nevermind the specifics just entertain us, 

My Verve always has a "Lucky Man" ready 2 blame us.

There's always been something in the way,

N I hope Lucifer guesses the nature of his game.

It's a Babyshambles of a Shotters Nation, 

Pale white girls queuing outside disused power stations. 

So just come as you are whether a friend or an enemy,

I swear I don't have a gun just sat ready under my knee.

Coz I'm just an outcast and n anarchist,

I've never been just like the other kids.

So try 2 cut my legs off like King Kunta,

Just don't say I share bars like a prisoned punta.

N Fuck Forever if you don't mind,

Its all one n the same n my eyes R not blind.

My ears are bleeding sound like the creep I am,

A man in a can, imprisoned roasting like ham.

But I'm so happy coz today I've finally found my friends,

They're in my head so I'm on a path 2 a lithium end. 

I just playback the sounds that always deliver me,

A quiet sense of meaning in a world that will never be.

A place I can truly share my feelings,

So I'm just a sucker 4 drips of sound 2 give me some meaning. 

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid, Nirvana, Babyshambles, Verve and others..

Drips....

Drip drop drip drop,

Watching IV fluid non-stop.

30 min bag so they say,

But I've been counting drops half the day.

Celestines on another mental rant,

Too young 2 b sectioned so a Bible chant.

She thinks she's been saved by a religious man,

Running around pulling plugs out coz she can. 

Reciting Genesis word from word, 

I point 2 fingers at her eyes n tell her it's absurd. 

An ancient Sumerian creation myth was passed down. 

From land to empire a trick the Romans turned around.

She's skinny as fuck but been put on Olanzapine, 

I don't think she realises what a real mean teen really means.

She got on my tits when the shower was off, 

I gave her the evil eye n told her off. 

Just u wait til ur in a locked padded room with 3 other loons,

You'll be doing the Largactil shuffle pretty soon. 

I'm on a locked ward in 30 degree heat, 

The stench of death leaks from legs like rotting meat. 

I kicked off before n ill kick off again, 

They just go lardy da thinking I'm insane. 

This is a mental ward with very disturbed patients, 

I count myself as one when I lose my patience. 

"Don't worry Rob" they lie to my face, 

As doctors hide, I run n chase. 

"Honestly, your benzos r coming very soon," 

Saying that all day n night all 2 the same very tune. 

If u don't come equipped ur going to rattle,

Every muggy day locked up is a daily battle. 

I seemed 2 hv got a monthly rotation at this HMP,

I see nurses n dox that I know, looking scared wen they jus see me. 

I think I've got to that stage of my life,

My mental n physical health is gone I'm on the dive.

So I count these drips from the bag as they drip n drop,

N plug my earphones in 2 block the rot.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Prickles

I am awake but now I'm sad,

For coming out of the vivid dream I had.

For now this time is really real,

And no one can imagine the pain I feel.

I have nothing to really live now for, 

And my past is a closed dusty history door.

Time has flown past way too fast,

And the status quo will never last.

I know that I am going to die alone, 

N when I feel down I have no one to phone.

I only want to stay asleep in my bed,

Just have sweet opiate dreams til I'm dead.

Coz conscious me is having no fun,

Nobody has a clue about the mental pain I've done.

It seems this life has no place for me,

It seems I'm just a thorn on a prickly tree.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

A Pointless Task

I put those leads to my nips from the battery in the car,

Hoped for the best but just ended up looking at stars.

So I drank 250ml of that lovely oral morph,

Did squat all so I wanna be squashed down to a dwarf.

A jump from Ben Nevis 2 the floor but it’s up Scotland,

N I can’t afford the petrol for my body to land.

Once I tried a blade just to try on my wrist,

But I got no blood inside me so it was a worthless risk.

I took a box of blues and then a bottle of zans,

Woke in an airbag halfway through a wall in a stolen van.

I’m running of ideas to try and top myself,

My body just doesn’t wanna seem to kill itself.

So I’m depressed n mad n sad n can hardly move,

But my bodies got something in it that won’t let me lose.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Beeps, Blood N Noise

Off go the beeps red lights flashing,

Steve's had a stroke, a real head bashing.

Been waiting time 4 help, but no1 came rushing,

Meds come 2 late n it's a real pad zapping!

John's mad in the corner n says "shit" every other word,

Babbles nonsense so loud, he really is rather absurd.

Tried to have a convo but every word is slurred,

N never ever gets out of bed, not even to have a turd.

Coz it's just constant beeps, blood n noise,

The nurses don't seem able to understand, R ways 2 have some joy.

But we still handle it all on F8 with skill n poise,

Coz in F8 we're all properly screwed up mental boys!

It's all yabber about Black Panther, Racing n Baby Mugabe,

As we try to josh with the nurses, even the harpies.

Getting lied to blatantly, even right to our faces,

As we all try 2 plot r bets for the Epsom Derby.

Yet we still all love the nurse's skirts nice n tight,

But been reduced on my meds, so I don't feel quite right.

Tried to have a word, but got told 2 shut my pie,

Adrenaline is rushing 2 much so all I wanna do is fight.

Coz it's all just constant beeps blood and crazy noise,

We try to josh with the nurses who all think we're weirdo cowboys,

But we all handle it on F8 with banter we all enjoy,

Coz the lads on this bay are top crazy wind-up toys. 

The "Fella" next 2 me is an 80yr old man in a 5 year olds body,

Seen more than enuff 2 know the staff treats him shoddy.

He's had a 3 month stretch in Frimley HMP already,

Now he's paranoid 2 fuck due 2 his black-skinned body.

Ian lies opposite 2 me N is treated like a king,

He flipped right out, n can't remember a thing,

I made him a mint with free tips on my firsts nights in,

But he's 2 tight to sort us out, a small thank u ting.

Coz it's all just constant beeps blood n crazy noise,

The nurses just can't seem to deal with our manic drugged out joy.

But we still handle it well on F8 with sly n cunning poise,

Coz we r all just the same, proper wind-up boys.

I had a little psychotic break in the bog getting nice n clean,

Nurse saw my diagnosis "Mad as Fuck" n thought it was obscene.

Someone went too far n called the Security team,

So I offered them all out n now I'm cuffed to this bed beam.

I can't really help it that I have a mental prob,

I just don't like taking meds that just don't do the job.

I'd rather be a surgeon cutting my own body up,

But that's why my parents n docs think I'm a mental nob!

Coz it's just constant beeps blood n obscene rants n noise,

The nurses just can't be happy n let us have R joy.

But we all handle it as much as any man can on bay F8 with jokes n noise,

Coz every bed in the bay is filled with messed up Skew up boys.

 

© 2022  - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Funeral

I can't leave my bed as I'm always half asleep,

Got no nice munch so I never eat.

N I toke like a chimney til I can't breathe,

So I'm a mental wreck n I've always been.

But I hate myself but that's alright,

N I drug myself to get through the night.

And I tell myself that's its no blight,

That I'm a paranoid mess but I'm always right.

I used to 2 b a bandit n always on the run,

Slept in cars but only if I had a gun,

I had cooch on call if I wanted some fun,

But I hate the light so I stayed out the sun.

See the life I lead is pressure on the soul,

N I think I've spent half of it, on the rock n roll.

Need to love myself coz my bodies getting old,

N it only takes an hour to spend 2 weeks dole.

I think I've been put, on too many ban lists, 

Even the NHS ban my rhymes, it takes the piss.

Yanks think I elected Trump, what a bunch of tits,

Of course I'm a disinfo agent, on multiple no-fly lists.

So everybody hates my guts n that's alright,

I sometimes get mardy, so I like to fight.

Hopefully I'll take enuff meds to sleep 2nite,

Don't count on it, coz my brain keeps on a light.

I'm a pale white anaemic, other people's bloods flowing in me,

Been stabbed so much, got far 2 many scars 2 see.

N when I cop a charge I always bag a plea,

Coz blue mattress cells seen 2 much of me.

So nobody loves me but that's alright,

N someone might love me n that's their plight.

I love the pain of being stuck with chivs, n that aint right,

But TBH no1 gives 2 flyin fucks, about my shite.

So I don't give a shit, what ppl think no more,

But I'm still a gent n will hold open a door.

I may no longer be rich so it's hard being poor,

But cud be worse, at least I don't sleep on the floor.

 

© 2022  - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Recovery

Recovery, what does it mean to me?

A too far away finish line, that I never see.

Just scripts of meds, and pills before bed,

Something strong and bitter, to calm my head.

Recovery, what does it mean to you?

That look of disdain, when I fail to tie my shoe,

Or the look of disgust, when I look confused.

And paranoid chuckles behind backs, I'm not amused!

But recovery is not a finished act or line,

It's a constant struggle, with pitfalls over time.

It's just a long windy road, that never ends,

A lifelong path, full of twists and bends.

Coz recovery is a long personal daydream,

It starts and stops, a flowing backward stream.

Hard and tough, and too many days I've had enough,

My recovery needs to escape, these mental handcuffs.

© 2022 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Bored - Ward F7

I'm so bored, bored, bored, bored.

Locked drawers been jimmied, n meds already been chawed.

My ward mates been shipped off, so I'm now officially ignored.

Parents on a cruise holidaying it, having fun abroad.

I'm so bored, bored, bored, bored.

Feel like ripping security just 2 not b ignored.

Most of these nurses up town cud make top $ bein whored.

Why they do this job, is only known by the Lord.

I'm so bored, bored, bored bored.

I got a room full of old gits, stuck with me on my ward.

Never heard of headphones, so its loud nightly cricket scores.

Oh n hour long history lessons, about Nigeria on radio 4.

God I'm so bored, bored, bored, bored.

Might walk the corridors, pulling fire alarm cords.

Watch as porters collide, trying 2 evacuate patient hoards.

I've wandered so much, the whole hospitals been explored.

Someone put me in a coma, coz I'm so fucking bored,

I wanna wake up, when my leg ain't so raw.

I can't handle this boredom, n extras already been knawed,

I wish I could escape, by just pulling an emergency cord.

God plz help me, coz I'm so fucking bored.

If u aint got a plan, there's a few old bangers we cud chaw.

Go 4 a joyride, n hav a drink, do some drugs n maybe some whores,

Then solemnly back to Ward F7, where patients r taken 2 b bored.

© 2021 Rob Reid

Mental Health Week....

Someone told me it was mental health week,

Apologises that I've not even made a tweet,

The health of my mind at the mo is pretty unstable n weak,

It breakable n shakable n I don't really want to speak.

Take ur pills, take ur pills, is all I can remember,

When I was depressed n psychotic for 20 odds years Jan 2 December.

Bi-polar, Schizo, told I'd be paranoid 4 forever,

No med reviews, so stopped takin those sweets, GPs ain't so clever.

Life on Olanzapine, Rispirodone n other Fluorine based meds,

Only make u fat, slows u down n fucks with ur head.

Prob why Hitler, Stalin, CIA used it 2 cold walk enemies dead,

Slept 23 a day, even behind the wheel, so lucky not 2 b dead.

So I take what I need to get me up every day,

But I could easily spend life under the duvet wishing it away.

Cops n stitches, n a 5 stretch for jus getting thru the day,

But I dont give a shit coz I'm in prison either way.

Dont ever sneak up on me n surprise me from behind,

Probably find out how quick 2 fingers make u blind.

I can't handle stress n my bodies only half kind,

Had more holes put in me than 3 whore houses combined.

Now I'm falling apart n COVIDS blocking my health,

Multiple ops cancelled coz DAVOS trebled their wealth.

So I hv to cop block, runnins daily, sneaky n stealth,

But every non prescribed med slowly corrodes my health.

So mentally or physically I'm wrecked beyond prime,

N wen I run out of p's n ill I'd happily do the time.

Courts local paper journos wud only see a standard crime,

Mitigating circumstances wouldn't even warrant a line.

Coz my mental health needs fixing but no1 seems to care,

N I stay stuck in this flat alone no1 2 talk to or share.

My mental health nds mending but shrinks wont get out there chair,

N that's why my minds goin 2 b the end of me, pls God hear this prayer. 

© 2021 Robert Reid – All Rights Reserved

Do The Largactil Shuffle....

It's close to midnight, and I see something in the dark,

It's my cell mate, he's having a noisy toilet fart.

I try to tell him nicely, to shut his loud asshole up,

Then he gets really angry, and we start to have a ruck.

Coz it's a Largactil, Largactil shuffle night,

A look into your empty eyes, and all they see is blight.

Coz you wobble to the left, and you dribble to the right,

Your walking like a sloth and your head just don't feel right.

But when the shit wears off I'm angry, and all I want to do is fight,

The guard's shields all go up, it's my turn to knock em down just right.

Bowling is a skill, but with screws, it's a powder keg,

Try to get 3 down in one, then grab tight on 2 a nearby leg,

If you're lucky n get a strike, they all plead n start to beg,

Promise 2 let you go free, as long as u let go of their peg.

But then the doctor comes in ur pad and he says its medication time,

I know what he means, but I don't need more time.

So they strap me to the bed and they, pull that plunger out,

A pin so long and thick, its contents make u wanna shout.

The lovely blue liquid in the barrel is shinning like a light,

Then they shove it in my ass cheek and pump the contents in nice n tight.

Then I'm drooling like a mong, and I got no mood to move,

And the guards who I rattled earlier, r laughing 2 the groove.

Coz this is Largactil, a Largactil shuffle night,

I'm walking like a mong, and I got no mood to fight.

I'm wobbling to the left, and dribbling on my top,

I got hunger pains, n want this liquid cosh to stop.

I try 2 eat some toast, but most falls on the floor,

And I think about it hard, and I don't wanna be here no more.

Coz a liquid cosh is plight, but it'll see u through the night,

Then u wake up like a mong, and suffer double sight.

I want to walk in a straight line, but my bodies got no fight,

N then I suddenly realise, that they used this cosh just right.

© 2021 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Blue...

Blue is the colour of my shoe,

From treds to felt, my fav colours blue.

I never ever, never knew what to do,

Enter sports shop, find shoes, jump queue.

Coz blue is the colour of my team,

30 years gone, and not a title seen.

Southall and Sheedy were the cream,

Curl a 30-yard shot, and rattle goal beam.

But blue is the color of my sun,

Until a runny nose n the sweats no fun.

Pop a few sweeties under tongue,

1000 milligram, it's a daily re-run.

Coz blue is the colour of my loo,

I don't shit funny, but my disinfectants blue.

N I always wipe the seat, a tissue or few,

Not worth sitting wet, trying to hav a poo.

But blue is the colour of the few,

There 2 protect the rich n always there to abuse a few.

Corruptible heroes, shirted in blue,

Rock hard action men but always come in 2s.

And blue is the colour of this Skrew,

I made the name up, only I do the Skrew.

A skrew blue poem, words still true,

My blue screwed up hand, is testimony to this Skrew.

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