Run....

Run....Run....Run....Run,

I got paranoia apparently,

Keep thinking ppl R after me.

Twilight garden mirrors reflect,

N I skrew my body with neglect.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From shadows in the dark,

N strangers in the park.

I'm a Schizo says the NHS,

But I blather shit best left at rest.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run,

From cold sweat horror dreams,

With no idea what they mean.

I'm a hospital club card member,

Pls don't rip if I don't remember.

My life's been on medical hold,

A hospital annoyance bolshie n bold.

So I,

Run....Run....Run....Run.

My days R getting shorter,

Should I hv bn a 40 yr old aborter? 

But I never know what's coming,

So that's why I keep on running.

Run....Run....Run....Run.

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The Flat

Flat, flat,

I'm stuck in my pad,

How long, 

Many days I've had.

Rot, rot, 

Left to rot,

Bored of the stream, 

TVs ear claptrot, 

Toke, toke, 

Just one toke,

Licking that pipe,

It's an expensive joke.

Dad, Dad, 

Tell your Dad, 

He don't even care, 

How many licks I've had. 

Bed, bed, 

I'm tied to this bed, 

Got nowhere to go, 

I'll dissolve in this bed. 

Sore, sore, 

I'm really sore, 

Just rolling to pain,

So can't write any more.

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Hotel Frimley Park

(To the tune of Hotel California)

Welcome to the Hotel Frimley Park,

Such a lovely place, 

Such a happy face. 

Hardly any room at the Hotel Frimley Park. 

Any time of year, 

You won't find beds here. 

So welcome to the hotel Frimley Park, 

We got lovely staff, 

N an expensive car park.

Such a lovely place,

Smiling happy face.

So welcome to ward F6, 

we're all bed bound,

Lights off at 10, 

don't dare make a sound.

Pls don't piss yourself, 

Or dare shit yourself. 

Nurses just love changing wet smelly bed sheets, 

It's joy for them, they tuck em in prison neat. 

Rolling to the left bar as they yank it out, hard feel the pain, 

Then a roll to the right, and the same shit repeats again. 

Don't get monged out n cause rampages over missing food, 

The nurses will shout about, but they dosed u good.

If you rampage 2 much Security might get called, 

But ur NHS high, so they just get eye balled. 

But don't ever josh n joke with ur bay mates, 

Or flip right out n smash ur dinner plates. 

They will dose u up,

just to shut you up.

Don't even think about leaving Hotel Frimley Park,

You won't get very far, 

Might even break your leg,

in our very own car park. 

I used to love coming to hotel Frimley Park, nearly every year,

3 hot meals a day, power shower n no bed bound tears.

This is a mad n sad, summer holiday for me, 

Roasting outside, our bay all feels the heat. 

So welcome to Hotel Frimley Park,

HMP prison lights off early, so we tap phones in the dark.

I got a mobile, money and a tablet,

Royal Ascots on, so they feed my habit.

My left leg is still leaking everywhere, brown shit,

Not that the nurses can ID, the crumbly bitz.

I got a new big old hole from unknown shit in my left calf, 

Not that I can get anything done, not with these numpty staff. 

So welcome to the majesty's HMP Frimley Park.

We have NAZI nurses, 

that will leave u wet in the dark.

Just don't piss in the bed,

You'll be shipped off 2 another ward instead. 

I think I've been around the block in Hotel Frimley Park. 

Too many wards I've seen, 2 much madness in the dark.  

Life throws u lemons, and u have to make do, 

Just remember those Nepalese names, in case u need to sue. 

They all babble together at the desk in Smurf, 

So I never worry, or give a shit if I curse. 

I swear 4 verbs, adjectives and even nouns, 

N if u don't like the sound of it, go swivel u pussy clouns. 

Apparently Frimley HMP says I'm mentally ill,

I'm paranoid schizo, psychotic n probably ready 2 kill.

So they dose me up in the day to try n keep me quiet,

Turning half my brain off, then complaing about a chocolate éclair riot.

All I want 2 do is itch my broken cast covered leg, 

Still I know they r going to turf me out, with 2 fucked pegs. 

So welcome to Hotel Frimley Park, 

It's a deadly place, n will leave it's mark. 

We have unhappy staff, 

U will get scolded 4 having a laugh. 

It's my summer holiday, 

N I've had too many stayz.

I just etch the wall and count up the days. 

One day I might get out of this ward n Hotel Frimley Park. 

I'll be climbing scaffolding, one leg in the dark.

N if you ever find a broken body, with 2 duff legs,

Just think of me on discharge day only to break my "good" leg.

©2023 All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Anxiety

I’ve got the pain, the pain, that anxious pain in my head again.

I don’t wanna go out coz I got the shame, that shame of forgetting peeps’ names.

Do u see those eyes on me, balling me, balling me, eyeballing me in the shop?

I don’t want 2 speak coz my brain is gonna stall on me, stall on me, make me stutter, choke n stop.

I wanna curl up in a ball n just crawl into a deep dark hole n hide.

But I’m forced to see people eyeballing me, balling me n looking unhappy n snide.

The anxiety hits me so bad, whenever I get stressed or rushed 4 time.

I used 2 make it worse, full paranoid schizo, by doing cheeky pub toilet top lines.

When I see peeps’ I don’t know in the street coming @ me, I walk past em a mile n a half wide.

N when I can’t find my wallet or phone, I’m on that dark painful panic filled slide.

All I wanna do is get my meds, my pills, crunch em up, n hopefully knock myself out.

Coz I can’t handle the fear when people get upset with me or angry n scream n shout.

What have I done to deserve this constant fear n anxious pain?

All I do is repeat the same steps n get that fear over n over again.

Where’s my keys, I’ve lost them, have u seen em? I’m gonna go mad.

Ten minutes later I realise there in my pockets so deep, I already had.

So just give me my meds, my pills n capsules, I need 2 calm down.

I’ve been on em so long, my script would knock any Zoo Elephant down.

N I can’t get off em coz I need professional help n time, which aint even here.

So talk of Detox n using Mindfulness or CBT, is not even near.

It seems the Government has shut down all the free rehabs 2 save on their cash.

They think I can just cut down at home alone, I wouldn’t even get a good bash.

No1 understands the fear n panic from anxiety I get in my head.

So I just put up with the pain, the fear, the balling n stay in my bed.

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Blank

Blank, blank, 

Blankety Blank,

Got no wheels with throttle,

My life is wank.

I've got to that stage,

In a hospital cage.

Where's my brain?

Scared 2 turn that page.

Drip drip,

Drip, drop, drip.

Stop them beeps,

Clickity click.

Blood stained hands,

N broken pans.

But a penny weighs a penny.

And a fag weighs a gram.

Shrinks n Docs have a meeting,

Am I there? Where's my seating?

2 of my minds often collide,

Forgotten goodbyes, forgotten greetings.

You take this n I'll take that,

Falling downstairs n baseball bats.

So give me more pills and ignore the meows,

Looking so scared as they tighten the sack.

I'm not really sure,

If I'm rotten to the core?

My mind's so blank,

Does anyone care anymore?

Sometimes it seems,

Life's just one long dream.

It was coffee one sugar,

N they skipped the cream.

Still, I had a good go,

Despite meds making me slow. 

Pharmacy's dealings,

Kept my brain from healing.

So here I am,

Mangled cold spam.

Only in my forties,

A blank brained man.

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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.

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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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