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Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Give Me My Meds!

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.

Friday, 31 March 2023

Digging

Ultrasound,

Vein found.

Scanner needed,

Nurses pleaded.

Veins very deep,

Chose 2 keep.

Arteries everywhere,

So dig with care.

Sharp scratch,

Nice catch.

Red flows in,

From a vertical pin.

2nd hand dartboard,

Diggers I ignored.

Happy nurses,

I hardly noticed.

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Thursday, 30 March 2023

Guess Now This is Life

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.

Thursday, 9 March 2023

Moonlight Pipe

Spoon washed half cut white baked moonlight,

I'm sadly back on the pipe but still smiling.

Though hungry, broke and cold the next day,

N it’s frowns n the bank that’s dialling.

It's early doors n a room full of smoke n joke,

I’ve sadly succumbed 2 my old ways.

Burning spontex n cleaning glass pipes,

I don’t want 2 slip down to them danger days.

We got a gun dealer in here just for fun,

Blagging hot n cold his jib I’m not sure.

Got one hand on my shank in my coat,

As I try to sit calm n quiet by the door.

He’s got a little 20 year old young ting,

Hanging on his jacket he’s just showing her 4 play.

She’s only taking blowbacks right now,

But within a week she’ll be selling herself 4 pay.

He’s blowing out smoke through a shooter,

N he’s trying to act all fit n cool.

I’ve already marked out spots on his bod,

That’ll I’ll be digging in hard with my tool.

Every bodies eyeing up every other body,

It’s schiz 2 the bliz and paranoia central.

Peeps eying peeps white on black kept tight,

I can’t handle this n my minds already half mental.

A harsh old haunt n drawn droop eye lids,

It’s a game for others n I don’t wanna play.

Carpet picking curtain twitching wired old men,

But least my blank bank account will hav the final say.

Sunday, 12 February 2023

I wanna

I wanna punch, I wanna hit,

I want to fight n I wanna be bit.

Any takers I'll fight you all,

The leg-shaking vibe is breaking walls.

That club is shit and the bouncers bent,

Steroid freaks that I wanna end.

Broken bottle to the neck,

I don't mind a few glass flecks.

Or a chiv in the gut-deep sliced,

Made from a pen n razor blade ice.

But I'm stuck in this black chair,

Adrenaline rushing life's just unfair.

I wanna go out and kick at my black bag,

But my legs won't let me they just sag.

I wanna hit the fucking wall,

And wanna hit bricks till I ultimately fall.

I wanna hurt, I wanna feel more pain,

But I don't need to slice meat off my leg again.

I wanna someone else to take a shot,

And I wanna let them hit me like a rock.

So do I wanna live or do I wanna die,

Or I do I just wanna make myself cry.

I dunno what I really wanna do,

My mind doesn't even have a clue..

I just wanna make myself feel real,

But I can't even finish this poxy 2 line reel.....

The Deepest Scratch

A scratch or two on your back,

You take a few more if you can.

She's an open red raw book,

And we always go it full hand.

Hands on a hotel window dare,

As I stand from her behind.

She likes the night-time stares,

With a constant cold slight remind.

I don't know if I trust her,

Lies and deciet rivers run deep.

I still penetrate on offer,

But paranoid rumors I keep.

Til I catch out a slight lie,

One I can't keep inside.

It hurts like a knife,

A deep cut from the side.

So I act like the Alpha Male,

Blade slipped in my back pocket.

I knock on the flat front door,

Then rampage like a sideways rocket.

There's too much blood on the floor,

And an ex best friend lying in the red.

Suddenly I don't blame him no-more,

She's deliberately set me up in bed.

Those red scratches run deep,

The ones you can never hide.

I look in the 6 by 4 cell mirror,

Still wishing for one more ride.

Black Meat

Cut, cut, cut, cut it all out,

Scalpel is hot n handy so let us cut n don't shout.

Black dead meat it all needs cutting right out,

N I do it myself coz no TVT are ever about.

I cut black flesh in my leg and it doesn't even hurt,

Black dead meat from the lymphedema is slimy black dirt.

Cutting away at my own body it really is absurd,

But I really love cutting myself does that make me a burk?

So I cut with care and don't even bleed anywhere,

Coz if I cut too deep I will hit a live nerve n curse n swear.

A little off the top is what John told me in hospital care,

And it's not like I can go in for it so I cut in despair.

Am I fucked up for cutting myself, am I doing self-harm?

Or am I saving taxpayers money by using my own arms?

The NHS is broken and no one will come to me calm,

So I cut n cut n cut n til the black is gone, n I feel no alarm.