SKЯ3W

Skr3w, screw, barney McSkrew,

Screw them all and screw u too,

Been in a screw job n not 2 few,

Diablo witch screwed r whole crew.

Coz a screws a joe pullin u out of bed,

Stand by the wall put ur hands on ur head,

Open ur pockets and spins out ur bed,

A tru screw never 4gets a word uve said.

Coz a screw in the jaws pain u can't ignore,

Dental abcess my raw jaw is sore,

Too many meds n the floor is my whore,

N I can't even KO headbutting the door.

Coz a screw under my tyre is nothing new,

A skank neighbours plan n I've had a few,

Stuck roadside wiv nothing to do,

Ur wallets blank n ur mates r too.

Coz a screw on a driver is a tool jus right,

Always beware of that tool in a fight,

Plunge that shank n rotate it tight,

Bein pulled close as ur pupils unlight.

Coz a screw with a bird cud be overdue,

It could be the best screw u never knew,

Unthread ur stress the best u can do,

Unpop ur cork as ur nads turn blue.

Coz a screw aint a nail still I nailed it gd,

If u had to Google then u misunderstood,

That the thread of this Scr3w was meant 2 b good,

It only rhymes becoz I Skrewed it good.

© 2020 Rob Reid in pain after the dentist put a filling on top of an abscess!

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.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

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.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

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.

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Reality

Once you try to define the infinite, 

You have already failed.  

We are the infinite, 

experiencing reality. 

Our job is not to seek self,

Self creates ego.

Ego creates separation, 

Mind creates fear and ego. 

Fear is an illusion,

Fear leads to paralysis. 

Fear is your ego, 

Ego leads to suffering. 

We are just a ripple in the ocean, 

Rising when we're born, 

Falling when we die. 

We are just a part of the ocean.  

Ego is fear telling us we are seperate. 

Ego is a hallucination. 

You're the ocean,

Ego is a ripple that thinks it's the entire ocean.

Love is the only thing thats real. 

Love casts out fear and ego. 

Courage comes from love. 

By love alone do we become one.

As above, so below, 

Quantum physics proves that. 

We are all connected, 

Nothing exists independently. 

We are the universe,

We are the divine,

We can't be infinite protecting a dream,

Drop the dream, and return to the whole.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid & Buddha, Jesus, Dao & The Emerald Tablet 

Held It In

The tin that held a little life, 

Dramatic events, took all day n night.

A break to party for the plane,

Darkness that snuffed out light.

The tin was the only witness,

Became a cannister full of bliss.

It was the only true survivor,

Cracked baccy tin full of hiss.

A faded container wrap,

That saw the animals bones snap.

Tiny metal survival kit,

Scouting 101 animal trap.

A safety pin was the snare,

Balanced over a twig with care.

SAS survival book taught us,

And now we had the hare.

We all sat around the camp fire,

The plane crash was quite dire,

But at least we now had something to eat,

And survivors partied like a Church choir.

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Reflect

I hate to reflect,

On years of neglect,

Nothing exciting to expect,

Except to win a good bet.

The hospitals are wrecked

A huge World War 2 debt,

We can never forget,

Being forced to face death.

So what is up next,

My last year on this wreck,

I'm a class A suspect,

An act of legalese to respect.

So I choose and select,

So many half finished projects,

A crap World to dissect,

Keep our leaders spot checked.

So I write and inspect,

All the lies I detect,

The evil I expect,

And sinners dots to connect.

Brain full of intellect,

A legacy to protect,

Don't want to die in regret,

So I'm pressing reset.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Xmas Day

Music wakes me softly,
I rise from darkness to dress.
Champagne and croissants for breakfast,
Now it's time to act impressed.

Pressent wrapping discarded carelessly,
Watching others get gifts they want.
I don't have the money I used to,
And these days I don't get gifts to flaunt.

Alcohol and drugs are my only relief,
A gift I have to give to myself.
Beer is too fizzy I now prefer Whisky,
And I have no time for blasai shows of wealth.

The dinner is the highlight of my day,
Crackers pulled like turkey bones snapped.
I want to stay drinking n eating forever,
I have no time for the TV show crap.

Eastenders drives me crazy,
Why watch misery and death?
I go in the kitchen with Dad n Whisky,
We watch a film n drink without wretch.

Then it's upstairs to bed n a bang,
If I don't wake tomorrow I don't care,
Coz the next month's time is shit,
And I won't have a penny to spare.

@ 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

This won the Nov 2025 Writing Competition.

Fate

I seen a rich man beg,

A good man sin,

And a hard man cry.

Seen a cheater win,

A sad man grin,

An honest man lie.

Seen a strong man crumble,

A bad man be good,

An a healthy man die.

Seen a sinner pray,

A god fearer steal,

A Chaplin ask God why.

I've seem the good side of bad,

The downside of up,

And everything inbetween.

I licked the silver spoon,

Drank from the golden cup,

Toked the finest Cali green.

I look at this world,

N ask what the fuck,

What does it all mean?

Theres no real answer,

And I keep getting told,

This worlds just a dream.

So go to sleep,

Don't think too much,

Coz your brain will break.

It's all a sim some say,

So don't worry,

This worlds all fake.

Play away your days,

And don't give 2 shits,

There's no such thing as fate.

But just be prepared,

If all you heard were lies,

And you end up, at the pearly gates.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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

Wildness

Once I heard the wildness outside,

I felt a thunder storm in my mind.

Wild beasts seem to have calmer times,

I'd spent a lifetime, listing all my crimes.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

All I wanted, was run and hide.

Wandering foxes, shine in head beams at night,

As wheely bins are torn on sight.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

I felt a lightning strike, deep inside.

Little frogs crawling out of fright,

Hop to bushes, as feet walk pass by.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

It made me feel warm, tucked up tight.

But sparrows nesting in loft, summertime,

Feel like axes, pecking at my mind.

Once I heard the wildness outside,

It made me wonder, what is life?

For all this nature, and all is bright,

My own future wildness, is cast aside.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

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. 

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

(This won the Facebook Group competition May 2025)

Kitchen

Yap, yap, yap.

Clack, clack, clack.

Rarr, rarr, rarr.

Clack, Clack, Crack.

I pour from the bottle,

The smell is raw n almost burning.

A drop spills out the beaker,

washing machine starts churning.

The cold plastic box,

is full to the brim.

Of recyclable rubbish,

I need to put in the bin.

Cloth damp n dank,

I rub through my fingers.

As I load up the machine,

That raw smell it still lingers.

Brrr, brrr, brrr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

rurr, rurr, rurr.

clunk, clunk, clunk.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Back To Bed

So chilling cold, 

Ruffle n snuffle,

I'm lying here, 

Back to bed.

Take your time,

It's all you have.

Mine is up,

Pass my fuckeries cup.

Choca Mocha.

Rice krispiees, 

N a butter crosiant with jam. 

I toke the vape, 

Eyes as wide as I can. 

Got a broken nose,

And blood on my knees.

Full of metal, 

Pain and krackle, 

Trickee tackle, when I walk.

But a smile on my face, 

When I see a bird to talk. 

Be a good boy,

Is what my mama said.

But I chose to be naughty,

That's why I'm back to bed.

@ 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Willow

Staring through double glass,

At our tall white willow.

Thick window pass,

As I sink into pillow.

I want this to pass,

A painful memory.

Slipping school class,

To avoid my young enemy.

Stared into my mirror,

A double blot reflection.

Never run with scissors,

A youthful infection.

I can't help to believe,

My youthful distractions.

Only wanted to receive,

Less school letter infractons. 

Fighting playground bullies,

To stop unhelpful young males.

I'm pulling endless pullies,

A maze of dead end sales.

Sold out the American dreams,

No REM sleep for my head.

Rub my rash with Mums creams,

And time pass wishes in bed.

I don't know what this all makes,

Apart from a head full of pains.

A life full of heart breaks,

And nothing is to be gained. 

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Goodbye Dad

This goodbye poems to my Dad,

It's the hardest poem pen 2 pad,

N makes me so, so, sad, 

I'm so, so, sorry I made u crazy mad. 

Sorry for the short candle wick, 

I know I was a proper dick. 

Fucking about, getting nicked, 

Fighting police n acting a prick. 

Sometimes I thought we'd actually fight,

Drunken rows n throwing r might. 

It didn't matter who was right.

I'd B upstairs angry 4 the night. 

Argued over the kitchen table,

About war, politics, n news fables. 

I was painted with a black label, 

We'd make Mum cry, N go unstable.

I was ignored from around 14,

True, I was prob an awful teen. 

But Lorna seemed 2 get all the glean, 

Though she seemed just as mean. 

I know I was on drugs very young,

Toking dubs, banging, acting dumb. 

Still u always held ur tongue.

Even tho I was a black sheep son. 

All those police 6 clock knocks, 

I used to wake at 6 on the dot. 

Pigs searching thru my pants n socks,

Me standing in 2 many court docks. 

Sorry Dad for all the knocks on ur door, 

Cops raiding ur home, crimes 2 the core. 

All my clothes thrown on the floor, 

I couldn't hv got arrested any more. 

It was only later on we got on,

After I left home n got on my own. 

U seemed to treat me like a son, 

On Thursdays, we even had some fun. 

We used to hav joy down the lake,

Walking in the woods a Sunday take.

Chewing the chud for no good sake, 

N fishing with our hands ffs! 

U always helped me out, wen I was stuck,

Didn't matter the price in bucks. 

Car crashes, n cash wen I clucked, 

Any help I needed, I was in luck.

U became more of a mate than a Dad,

N this is what screws me bad. 

Wish I made most of the time we had.

And it cuts me deep 2 not B ur lad.

I'll be going away soon for good,

Nothing can stop it I wish I cud.

I did something bad, I knew I wud, 

So I hope we both understood.

That I love u Dad whatever I did,

Pissed disputes, cop raids n shit.

Police can do one, I'm still ur kid.

I wish my life was different, every bit. 

I was going to be there at ur end,

But shits happened I can't pretend.

Not 2 B with u drives me round the bend. 

I leave u with sadness hope u ken?

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

The Golden Goddess

She's the Golden Goddess,

A great writer but always modest.

Teaches us N critically honest,

One of the few I'll truly miss.  

She's either mixed, coloured or black,

With pronouns that tickle my sack. 

Her skin will never ever crack,

N her writing is pretty whack. 

We all listen like kids,

As she lifts the literary lid. 

On poetry n stories already writ,

N let's us write our own shit.

She's a full Zoom faced wonder,

Teaches us all like rumbly thunder. 

Lightening fast we're no longer dumber,

N she ignores R odd writing blunder.

Our lessons R always a blast, 

Making us write gold, so very fast. 

Puts her college kids on their own arse, 

So I jus hope, my own poems will last. 

The Golden Goddess was a gift to me,

She helped set my own writing free.

But from Covid, we all had 2 flee,

To Facebook, phones n PCs.

So to Michele, I'll always say,

That on my very own final day.

I will appreciate u deeply always,

For allowing my work 2 B displayed. 

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

No Smart Shoes

I got no smart shoes, but got food,

You want some food?

I got dark or white, it's up 2 you,

It's food for the soul, and my souls well abused,

My shoes don't shine but yours don't too.

Coz I got no roof over ma head and ma cars ma bed,

I park down alleys, n pull ma coat over ma head.

My friends pretend, but don't let me rest ma legs,

I beg n beg but get ripped 2 shreds.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who thieves,

I've woke before 2 find friends on their knees.

Sifting through ma tings, taking what they need.

My pills n cash your supposed 2 leave.

I'd tell u the truth but never know where 2 begin.

My shoes may not shine, but 100% they're mine,

Never going down 4 a heist on Clarkes, damn stupid crime.

Treds cleaner than my bed n well past their prime,

But if anyone mugs me off I'll happily do the time.

Coz a friend in need must be a friend with greed,

Their needs so deep, they forget you in a heart beat.

A place to stay isn't a doggy treat,

They'd rather call the law than let me rest my feet.

So do you want these shoes, I say exist?

A pair of feet golden from the sun, but moon blessed.

Ten rough blistered toes, that the devils kissed,

Bore a baby from the Gods, but ill conceived, half pissed.

I maybe bat fuck crazy, but mans no joke full toke,

I fill small rooms with fumes ignore signs not 2 smoke, 

But I'm still a stand up man, n all round good bloke,

Yet if u rob me once you'll die in my choke.

Coz I done time, thrown lines and stood in line 4 brine,

What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine.

I got an eye 4 wheels n never paid a speeding fine,

Cash on tap whoever said it don't pay well crime?

So go walk a mile, in my soiled wet shoes, 

Go slow, two by two, like rats led by a flute.

Tred my well worn path with a laugh, n give that man a toot,

N don't be the slow fat cow that farmers shoot.

Coz a friend in need is a friend who bleeds,

Shared blood in a stall, passed works beneath.

For a supposed friend, he could had said goodbye with a tweet,

Coz a year then passed before he was found dead in the street.

Coz I aint got no smart shoes, but have you?

Or are your treds worn dead, a sick man with no clue.

A suited fat lawyer, pimping a room with no view,

No win no fee, but still got time 2 sue.

Coz I count the real friends on my pinks, from head 2 toe,

A real friend will lend n don't put on a show, 

That's why I don't have real friends, they're a bar set too low,

N I walk these smart shoes alone on da path I know.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Come Take Me

Come take me,

Try,

Have a go and take me, 

It won't be easy.

But still,

Take me, try,

Take me away,

Far far away.

Lock me in your hole,

Throw away the key,

Take me to your judge,

I'll cop a plea.

Just take me,

Please, please,

Try and take me babe,

Please try and take me away.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid