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.
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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
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.
© 2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid
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
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
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
This private record,
It plays for me,
No-one else.
The words have special meanings,
Only I can hear.
Everyone else is just blinded by the noise.
Only I can understand,
The hidden meaning of the band.
The secret message is getting me going,
Winding me up.
How do they fucking know?
Why are they singing this about me?
I turn around to see if anyone has noticed.
They haven’t.
Its safe, for a while.
I have received the message and noted mentally,
Every single word that was meant for me.
Now I turn it off.
I don’t want anyone else to hear,
My secret song, my hidden fear.
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