How Can You Be Neutral?

How can you be you neutral and never chose to take a side,

This world is not a fast food restaurant, with a menu to decide.

You cannot be neutral, in this time of forever war,

When the guns feed the rich, and cheap bullets kill the poor.

You cannot be neutral, when Israelis kill starving Gazans,

When skeletons queue for food, and others are laughing.

You cannot be neutral, when the ill wait in lines for ill health,

Whilst politicians take your money, to enhance their own wealth.

You cannot be neutral, when people lie straight to your face,

When people are frauds, and ignore your world, or your fate.

You cannot be neutral, when thugs tool innocent folk up,

When dinlows and idiots, fill beauty with muck.

So how can I can I be neutral, when this world is fucked up too much,

I cannot just smile, when I pass, grabbing my own crutch.

So I spend my time in debate, with the cancelled, anarchists, and spies,

And maybe one day, people will really bother, to open their eyes.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reservedp

Run....

Run....Run....Run....Run,

I got paranoia apparently,

Keep thinking ppl R after me.

Twilight garden mirrors reflect,

N I skrew my body with neglect.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From shadows in the dark,

N strangers in the park.

I'm a Schizo says the NHS,

But I blather shit best left at rest.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From cold sweat horror dreams,

With no idea what they mean.

I'm a hospital club card member,

Pls don't rip if I don't remember.

My life's been on medical hold,

A hospital annoyance bolshie n bold.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run.

My days R getting shorter,

Should I hv bn a 40 yr old aborter? 

But I never know what's coming,

So that's why I keep on running.

Run....Run....Run....Run.

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Happy New Year Skrew 2023

It's another Happy New Year Skrew 2 all u few,

N I hope MSRA n Cancer don't get into u lot 2.

The NHS seemingly has more important things to do,

Even though my legs r starting 2 turn green n blue.

I honestly think that the NHS is trying 2 kill me,

Even though I've tried myself more times than 1,2,3.

Seems whisky, morphine n pills don't even get 2 me,

Just wake up hours later needing a desperate pee.

I go 2 every hospital appointment, N always arrive on time,

N 2 b compliant I even force a chin rug on my grime.

Though I might black out halfway down the waiting line,

I still try my best when I'm cold n nose dripping green slime.

Honestly, I got doctors telling me to do my own surgery,

When I ask them why u don't bother trying to really help me.

Guess what the Surgeon said "it's, not illegal to see",

Myself get a blade n start hacking off lumps of cancerous meat.

So thank u NHS for wasting all that inpatient bed time,

I've stayed in the hospital 4 my pegs at least 4 times.

But all they cared about was some mysterious blood leak, deep inside,

N of course it was an invisible one they could never find.

So now I'm back on the waiting list for 20 23,

It does take the piss, N I doubt any1 really cares bout me.

I can't handle the pain no more, so I often scream n plea, 

But there aint enuff strong meds in all my drawers 2 set me free.

So I may not be around it seems, for much more time,

N it seems God's given the NHS duty, 2 punish me, 4 all my crimes.

So although this liddle ditty, is only a little Skrew, joke n rhyme,

It could just be one of the few last poems, that I will ever sign. 

© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

This Is A Shit Show....

Do you believe the countries gone insane?

Fruit drink bugs gonna eat your brain,

Please someone come feel my pain,

Coz I'm alone, stone broke and afraid.

So many unnecessary people dying,

And big men are heart broke, dropped crying.

Dickhead selfish off panic buying,

An all police want to do is fuckin cite me.

Because my health is a fucking shit show,

On more meds than ten Grannies I know.

Blood eeks from the leaks, legs on show,

An bubbles pop from the snot on nose blows.

It's a sweat tank, drip drop, sorry state to be,

And Gandalf's beards half grown face on me.

Grey whiskers and no razors I can see,

Sofa dove already, one two twenty pee.

All tin cans, been scanned, and bin bagged,

Rotten fruit but it's the best meal I've had.

Got no idea if I'll ever see my Mum and Dad,

When I go out, scarf wrapped face, tight clad.

Coz this Town is a fucking shit show,

And my mental health is nagging bad, full blown.

My inner brains having a decent chat show,

And I'm socially isolated, nowhere to go.

Coz I can't even make some decent Ps,

Nags aint running, bookies closed on high street.

I need some soft paper to wipe my underneath,

But got no petrol to fly off to the heath.

Coz it seems like this worlds in martial law,

It's a sign many have seen years before.

I'd be surprised if they relaxed all new laws,

Get used to sweating hot all summer indoor.

I swear I got bugs sucking thoughts from my brain,

Not a days passed that I've been half sane.

Only got a Pot Noodle and half a can of K,

And not a single neighbours asked if I'm okay.

Coz this countries a fucking shit show,

BoJo clown, Tory fucking road show.

Every booked ops gonna be a no show,

And I'd risk ten new fines to make some quick dough.

So this rope here is going to stay,

You never know I might need to use it one day.

I let it swing back n forth an give it a play,

Then kick the chair, doped choked, merry on my way.

© 2020 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Fuck Facebook....

So go fuck Facebook,

    fake friends,

    and fucked faced,

    Facebook wannabes.

Your profiles prob all been cloned,

    so I only seen,

    what I wanna see,

    yet never seen.

20 year old dole blogs, arguing, musing,

    I could have been,

    I should have been,

    why wasn't I a “been”?

And decades year old school friends,

    Snapshoted and crop shotted,

    where I wanna be, could have been,

    yet never seen.

Fuck fake face pretends,

    big bell ends,

    past wanna bees,

    and ancient beauty queens.

Facefuck's trade is soaring,

    scammers' is roaring.

    posters selling, fake post pretending, miss-telling,

    but never ever, sending.

Southern beauty Queens,

    spots never seen and endless video streams,

    of automatic wet dreams,

    could have, should have beens, but sadly never to be's...

Got a dozen more “friend” requests to send,

    then I'll have tons more “friends”,

    in my "fiend list" than your "friend list", even if it never ends,

    but sadly from clicks you didn't, but wish you'd really sent.

And now every Thursday night,

    is weekly indoors street party night,

    support health workers rights,

    nurse our Boris Johnsons tight.

Otherwise society will get offended,

    because when society isn't shaped and bended,

    and when it's time to rhyme along, we get along, so sing along,

    and clap and salute, right?

It's 8 O'clock no?

    The Sun says so, so it must be so,

    porch or window, put on a good show,

    coz it's patriots time and not clapping could never be a crime....

But shouldn't the NHS be funded right,

    for all times, all come, day and night,

    not just in case of virus times,

    like this emergency fruitbug crime?

So sorry Mr OAP,

    your name forgets me,

    but the Mail,

    always kindly, and daily, reminds me.

I really don't appreciate being told,

    daily, needlessly re-sold,

    about your patrioticy, your charity,

    lapping your lawn as I drink my morns cup of tea.

You'd be sitting in silk slippers son,

    drinking pints of Rum,

    not in photos with Daily n Scum,

    if was up to me.

But you're not, you're just another Facebook meme,

    been sent off the best team.

    A striker Besties never seen,

    yet just more Facefucked news to read!

© 2020 Robert Reid – All Rights Reserved