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!

5 Dead Boys

5 dead boys sitting on a wall,

5 innocent souls waiting for a fall.

5 young kids who didn't know fuck all,

5 of us boys, just waiting for deaths call.

First there was Ozzy,

He was my good mate,

But he sucked on gas for fun,

Got frozen lungs for his fate.

Second was my mate Gav,

He took one too many sweets,

Was found dead in his Mums bath,

Fully clothed with sunken feet.

They were both my friends,

Now they're both dead,

No one cared but old bill,

Murder arrests, local papers said.

Then was Mario in Spain,

We toked n walked the sand,

He danced n touched the wrong girl,

Shot by Russian mob, with cut off hands.

N then my old time mate Luke,

Banged, then drunk til his liver was toast.

Cancer spread through him like the plague,

He was a skeleton, dying on the South Coast.

They were all my good friends,

Now they're all brown bread,

I'll be next the Devil said to me,

Making no 5, to join em he said.

5 dead boys were all sat on a wall,

5 dead boys all strutting tall.

Look for those 5 boys they didn't deserve their fall,

But we all die someday, so heed that call.

© 2025 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

WILD

In the alley’s gr8 escape,

My souls caught on a deadly hook.

A needle whispers 2 my veins,

“I’m that one you chose n took.”

Dub smoke curls like ghostly fists,

Choking on my forgotten sin.

Pulse rapid like some time bomb,

It's too late, I can't begin.

Smacks a warm lovers embrace,

A kiss that stopped my heart beat.

My brain skipped 2 a dead man’s groove,

The drums banging constant defeat.

My lungs collapse like paper bags,

Every breath a stolen prize.

Eyeballs roll back 2 meet the void,

I forever close my bloodshot eyes.

OD’s shadows claim the weak,

Coffins filled with lifes regret.

Mourners weep in pawn stores,

Debts they can’t escape or forget.

Pain’s a nasty 4 letter word,

That claws beneath my itchy skin.

Screams echos thru holes of pain,

Where daylight’s worn it paper thin.

Anger brews in shot glass swigs,

Double Vodka shots of hate.

Crime’s the only language left,

When fate slams the entry gate.

Police sirens wail like lullabies,

4 the damned n forever lost.

2 the grave or 2 the cage,

Either way, it's a deadly cost.

© 2025 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Robber Barons

Capitalism was designed 2 be a bad bet,

N this Skrew can't get u out of bankers made debt.

But in world full of dollar driven crime,

It's a self inflicted crime 4 me not 2 rhyme.

So whether u owe it, or don't even know it,

Or hv blown it, or just don't want 2 show it.

Those chains around R collective brains,

R all just Robber Baron crafted pains.

So get ur head out the paper jail clink,

N prevent Wall St more cash 2 drink.

4 all that money u hv in the bank,

R just digital nos meant 2 rank.

Your worth 2 the governments police,

Give names 2 the Inland Revenue next 2 fleese.

We can't afford 2 feed or house the poor,

But there's always enuff 2 fund another war.

Starvation of the broke world masses,

The division of common man into classes.

R all just more Deep State ways,

To eek more money out of us 2 pay.

For their mansions, cars, butlers n planes,

Whilst u sit trapped, stuck on inside lanes.

So stop 2 help fund the 1% connected few,

N crush those glass high towers, n start anew.

© 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

Goodbye Mum

Goodbye, goodbye,

Goodbye Mum.

I'm so sorry, sorry for,

Being your son.

Your roast dinners,

Were something to boast.

But I'm sad u never got to live,

Ur days out by the coast.

I know u probably stayed,

To look out over me.

N I'm so sorry for them cops,

Breaking in urs with no key.

I know I was no good, 

At following your rules.

N I shouldn't hv been misled, 

By so many idiots n fools. 

You taught me so well, 

Probably better than school. 

But life is a bitch,

N I just acted the fool. 

The life that I wanted, 

Just wasn't in store.

N the life that I lived,

I just couldn't handle no more.

But I love u so Mum, 

Just pls know that it's true.

N all u did for me, 

Was more than u knew. 

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

I'm Sorry Sis

I'm sorry sis, 

I'm sorry sis, 

I wish I knew. 

But to be honest, 

I ain't got a clue. 

I'm sorry sis, 

What did I do to u? 

I was your brother, 

But then we broke in 2.

I'm sorry sis, 

But I protected u. 

When we moved here, 

I took the bullying from u.

I'm sorry sis, 

If I became that kid,

Became ur bully, 

To stop other kids rip.  

I'm sorry sis,

If I was a twat at school.

But if I had to look,

There was just us two. 

I'm sorry sis, 

We couldn't make up.

I know I hung with bad,

Played in no super cup.

Im sorry sis, 

But u don't understand.

The life I had, 

Sure wasn't planned.

Im sorry sis,

I didn't kill ur friends bro.

What ur mad about,

I sure dont know.

I'm sorry sis,

If life at home was shit,

But to be fair,

U done ur fair bit.

I'm sorry sis,

But u got all the love.

N there I was,

A boxed off bruv.

I'm sorry sis,

That its now too late.

You'll get my share,

As I accept my fate.

I still love u sis,

Despite all I've done.

I can't say it to ur face,

But what's done is done. 

© 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

LAЯDY DAЯDY

Lardy Dardy,

We liked to party,

She scouted Smirnoff,

I got Barcardi.

Яoly Poly,

She Didn't kno me,

I liked a good ting,

But she liked pony.

It got crazy,

Brain got hazy,

I was a hermit,

As ppl were raving.

Bish Bash Bosh,

I needed a wash,

Trying 2 pull here,

I'd already lost.

So Daisy Maisy,

Pls come n play me,

I was washed up,

Hungry n lazy.

I was fuck3d up,

Sipped from devil's cup.

Creepin n reaping,

She lifted me right up.

Boiled N Bubble,

I was in trouble,

But she had my back,

Turned cases 2 rubble.

So turn the last page,

Burned out dance stage,

We fell in lov3,

N saw out r old days.

© 2023 – 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