V2

So what the fuck to do?

Got 4 letter  agencies following me like a crew.

GROK says they monitor my news,

So I'm not paranoid if it's true.

I'm not running from them or gonna split,

So get the whistle out for a lick.

No one ever passes the white quick,

N I always make sure I ain't gear sick.

Crank that pranged dub step,

But pay me back, never forget.

I'm not a man that likes debt,

So you got to put my wallet bak on reset.

Got no need to sell my soul,

The Devil's already found a hole.

Am I really sinking into Lucifer's control,

Coz it's all rehash from Prometheus's role.

I swear I don't need a gun,

I swear I don't even own a gun,

I swear I don't have a gun,

BANG BANG, your gone!

What do you expect?

I'm a man prone to neglect.

A suspicious brain full of suspect,

And I hardly feel any regret.

 

I got an exchange for change,

But U can't ask me to behave.

I got this world firm in my range,

N only this simulation will age.

Coz these are the end times,

So why not enjoy our crimes.

Before the four horses ride,

And the 6 headed beast arise.

This is AI's final takeover,

We can't be saved by a Biblical Passover.

It's Terminator Skynet time war,

So what the fuck we waiting for?

© 2025 - 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

Conversation Starter

I wear my furry Russian hat,

N people don't seem to like that.

I tell em I stick up for ppl in Donbass,

But 2 many ppl don't know bout that.

There's been a nasty civil war,

Since the US coup in two oh 1 4.

AZOV NAZIs killed Eastern Ukrainians,

Then Putin finally said no more.

Now you may call Putin a liar,

That Russian propaganda is a flier.

But I think you're pretty naïve,

Coz western media's a news denier. 

So it's another money making proxy war,

Another lying NATO poxy chore.

Western neocons hv hated Russia 4 years,

So now we hv 2 watch R inflation sore.

Russia could wipe us out without nukes,

N Tory rants make me wanna puke.

Media call peaceniks like me Russian agents,

As UKs busy filling up Kyiv with spooks.

So when I say I stand with Ukraine,

I totally understand all their pain.

However this is an overdue NATO Russia war,

N only weapon makers n banksters R gonna gain.

 

© 2022  - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Read "War is a Racket" by Gen Smedley D. Butler - Anti-War / MIC from the early 20th century

 

Read more at > http://www.darkpolitricks.com/2022/04/who-are-we-standing-with-when-we-stand.html 

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

Do While Not True (Mr Robot)....

Malicious code; Malware infected......

Error; Invalid loop detected at line 1;

Do While Not True.

        Mr Robot, Gobot, Say hello to my HACK BOT.

        Data's safe, SSL Encased,

        Better Encrypt, or say hello to my face. [HTTP status 200; Okay;]

        Iceweasel, 

        Thread n needle,

        Watch the stack as I format your Kindle.

        Android, on steroids, [Stack overflow; Buffers corrupt;]

        Goto line 100 and watch the noise,

                Break; [VbCrLf]

                Escape; [\]

                Reformat tape. [:REFORMAT]

                Slash, [/]

                Newline, [\n]

                Rewind. [rew]

        Cover the keyboard, whose behind?

        Click the link... [<a href='#' onclick='openWin('infect.htm')>free porn</a>]

                No more dry ink,

                A liquid screen, 

                4k HD I think.

        That link you clicked, your robbed in a blink. [phishing scam success]

        Py, Sy, a lie,

        SQL inject, [' OR 1=1; SELECT username,password FROM sys.sysusers;--]

        But never forget,

        To ask why,

        I code,

        Flip the script, inject a hit of JavaScript, as I Cross Site [XSS],

        X-Accept, but never forget, a strong Passcode,

        We BaseEncode, [QSBzdHcGFzc3dvcmQ=]

        trip the node,

        And watch the flow, of 1s and Zeros, [1010101010..buffer overflow exec()]

                NO.

                MORE.

                ONE Percent.

                Of 1%,

        Double faced, White Rose in disgrace,

        Minister Chang, will never hang,

        For crimes abliet, she'll never admit,

        The rich inhibit, a world of their own,

                A secret,

                one,

                percent,

                Davos zone,

       So me, I code alone,

    What can I do?

    I hack, [Nmap, Wireshark, Aircrack]

    Do Until True. [Do While 1!=0]

Loop

Black dashed gobbledygook, [grep '^\(.\).\1z.$' /usr/share/dict/words]

Hacked fast, your server I took, [Windows 2019]

NoScript, Penetration test,

Your networks mine, [Bruteforce Completed; Root PSW: rU8eMeu23]

Your firewalls a mess,

With ones and zeros your data I infest,

You better put on your hacker proof vest.

Too late its all mine, your servers corrupt, [Ransomware deployed]

I watch your face as the office errupts.

A two way cam, no-one expects, [rootkit detected in hardware device]

To lose your privacy, with a random text.

Python, Basic,

A worm in a hole trick,

A Database head...... [MS SQL, MySQL, Oracle]

        Do While, 

        til, 

        I'm dead!

So Dot Net, Internet,

Your wife's upset? 

A popup she saw, she'll never forget?

Your porn sites, that history's wiped?

Facebook, your profile I took, [Say hello to your new friend {input_name}]

I cloned your life,

And unfriended your wife.

Your secret kinks, emailed out in a blink.

        So go back sixty years, 

        The “Internet”, 

        A thought to get,

So I code, 

all night on the phone, [.Net, C#, Java, C++, F#]

Stackoverflow, 

a thread on it's own, [Require help with asynschronous HTTP requets]

        No-one to ask, 

        So I hack alone.

A proxied path, a TOR connect, an Onion net, [TOR Route Connected]

A big collect.

        Bitcoin,

        Scotscoin,

        Icelands net,

So we hack to get,

Those coins, those bytes, the bits,

Your wallets full, and then it's gone, [403: Forbidden Status Code]

I dumped your cypto, in my dropbox zone,

Your files infected, copied down, to my jailbroke phone.

So I, 

    DO, 

    WHILE, 

    NOT, 

    TRUE,

    YOU,

    Watch while your screen turns blue..... [Blue screen of death]    

Error at line 100 undefined, exception undefined.......

© 2020 Robert Reid – All Rights Reserved

(Yellow print is computer code, hack vectors and various error messages and are

NOT part of the poem but used to add authenticity to the console screen.

They are NOT meant to be read out when reading the poem.)

Water...

She said once in a scene, as a teen in an advert once seen,

“The water in Mayorca don't taste like wat it ort ta.”

And if I'm wet and feel clean my mind often dreams,

for not all that I see, is even real or has been.

Still that water in Majorca,

where I skinny dipped with someone’s daughter.

Was at 14, the best holiday I've ever been,

drunk at night, trying to chat French to German teens.

Memories often escape me, most have been blocked out,

but once in a while, one kicks my head in with a shout.

Waters the theme, and it tries to temper my mean,

and who would want to flounce if your pits aint even clean.

You may take the piss, and snigger behind posh wrists,

but step to my face, I'll remix Shelly n Keats with my fists.

So that water in Majorca actually does taste like what it ought to,

it's shitty n bitty and very often too gritty.

You must boil it to drink, or you'll catch bugs in a wink,

and if the waters not clean I'll see specks in my think.

A shower calms my head, whilst gypsies wish me dead,

yet I don't think my nog, wants another bat round it's head.

So I float in my minds boat, trying to relax as I toke,

a Sea Scout at 10, but then thrown out for a joke.

Still lucky for me, as the Troop leader liked young boys,

I just feel sorry for those left, some abused like toys.

Sordid strokes on the leg, just before a night swim,

And a pat on the ass, if you were good in the gym.

That's just one peek, behind my minds curtain to speak,

and then hopefully I forget, before it comes back in my sleep.

So I forget all the nonces and the many pervs in power,

for it is their dirty minds that should be forced into showers.

Still my minds serene, as I write my life’s deeds like a play scene,

and through the waters I swim, I pray to keep my soul nice and clean.

© 2020 – All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

What is a SKREWBALL POEM?

A "Skrewball poem", or in short "a Skrew", is a poem with short lines and multiple rhyming or repeated words, often with letters missing or shortened or written in text speech and is a means to convey a story or tale from the Screwed up poet to a Screwed up reader. 

Like a Story, Poem and Screw, a Skrew has a thread to it, however loosely interpreted. It may just be one single word that it used in multiple scenarios, or it may be a whole theme behind the story written in the style of a poem.

A "True SKЯ3W" is a poem, with many nonsensical rhyming lines, often written without any inclination by the author to give a fuck about what words he is SKЯ3WING you with.