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Wednesday, 26 November 2025

Sit Down

Sit right down if ur my freind,
Not got 2 many left of mine.
We may never see out the end,
But lets jus enjoy this time.

What's been going on with u?
Forever jus seems just like a min.
Not seen u 4 ages got no clue.
Have u managed to get off the pin?

Have you met a bird u like?
Or are u still running 4 ching?
U got wheels or a stolen bike?
Made any money or golden bling?

There's been 2 much crime,
We may as well enjoy whats left.
Life has no reason or rhyme,
We just gotta do wats in R best.

R lives hv jus been dodging cops,
We never got 2 stay at the Ritz.
There's no point joining dots,
It just seems like one long blitz.

There's a dark cloud coming down,
No point 2 hide it will hit us.
Try to turn that frown upside down,
That cloud will finally kill us.

All R lifes pain will go away,
Smile and jus take whats coming.
It's been a long road with no pay.
Jus think of that happy numbing.



© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Monday, 17 November 2025

Ever

You ever given change to a stranger in need,

A man on the floor in the rain who begs n pleads.

Spare some change he asks from the floor,

Do you help him out or walk past n ignore?


Maybe if you had to walk a mile in his shoes,

You might know what its like to sing the blues.

You ever rode up to a food bank,

In your expensive Jeep being rude.


Taken all the quality n left the chaff,

Robbed the poor so they had naff?

Maybe if you had to walk a mile in their shoes,

You might know what its like to have to choose.


Ever been in an argument that got out of hand,

A mistaken fight totally unplanned.

Struck him in defence n sparked him out,

Dead on impact so ur jailed for nought.


Maybe if you had to walk a mile in their shoes,

You might know what its like to lose.

Choose, lose,

tied in twos.

Just be a good person,

N don't just think of you.


© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Saturday, 15 November 2025

Hospital Merry Go-Round

I got red raw ulcers n holes,
A proper hospital stay is my goal.
Got blood, thinner than water,
Porter ready to take me off to slaughter.

This is just prison with good food,
Only the meds keep my mellow mood.
I make my own bed,
And have to sort out my own head.

Showers at 4 in the morning,
I'm lucky if I get hot water pouring.
Doctors rounds are battlegrounds,
I can't help but pummel down.

Doctors have heads thicker than wood,
Nothing I say gets understood.
This is a shit merry-go-round,
I might as well sit in the Lost N Found.

© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved

Sunday, 2 November 2025

Don't Look Back Into The Sun

You've cast your dice,

Now your on the run,

With all the lies,

You weaved n spun.


You always looked better,

In the past n from a far,

Don't look back into the sun,

U'll keep fading like a star.


Every sec u waste is time spent,

Their onto you, so run fast,

Your life was not in their plan,

So get going before the nets cast.


I'll think of u always,

You never gave 2 fucks,

But your running out of time,

N cant keep fighting this lifes ruck.


I hope you find some peace,

Ur life wasn't ur choice or ploy,

But your born where you land,

I just hope u can find some joy.


It's a slippery slope from A 2 B,

This life wasn't meant for me or u,

Fate fucked us with one dice roll,

But I wish you well in all u do. 


I wish u all the best wherever u end,

Pls find a decent lawyer to sue,

Someone above must take the rap,

Jus keep plodding thru life's glue.



© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved


Tuesday, 12 August 2025

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







Thursday, 17 July 2025

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

Thursday, 10 July 2025

The Witch

The Witch is a bitch,

She lies n she snitch.

Won't even grant a dead man,

A dead mans, dying last wish.


It seems I'm all alone,

With tons of "mates" on my phone.

But even my Facebook friends,

All give me a big fat no.


Seems there's no one I know,

Who will even give it a go.

So there's nothing 2 stop me,

From that death tunnels white glow.


The mates that I thought,

Gave me a 2 fingered naught.

Never pretend u got friends,

Even the ones that you've bought.


Coz the worst mates in the world,

Blow hot shit, then ice cold.

U thought you were friends,

But their friendship had to be sold.


All their lies to your face,

Never ever seemed out of place.

You pour ur heart out to them,

But they then walk off in haste.


So Fuck all them FaceFuck friends,

Your friendships all pure pretend.

Screw that chat log in the bin,

N admit ur friendships a dead end.


So it's all downhill from here,

I've got loads of prison 2 fear.

So when the reaper pulls the trigger,

I'll happily bleed out like a deer.



© 2025 - Robert Reid - All Rights Reserved