Accused

John was sitting in an office that smelt more like a sterile doctors office as the two older men sat in front of him, notes in hand  barely glancing up at him to make eye contact.

They were suited and booted, perfectly outfitted for the occasion.

"Your records show that you were involved in numerous serious incidences in your late teen years", said the main suit, not looking at him at all.

John thought of the irrelevance of such an assertion seeing it was almost 30 years ago.

How did they know what events had transpired, or why they took place at all.

They were just reading 2nd hand reports, written by people who weren't there at the time themselves, and now making judgments upon them.

He shuffled in his chair, letting the men read from these old notes. The less senior of the two occasionally interrupting the main accuser, trying to add even more irrelevant context to the already ancient unknown to their minds events that the main suit was reading at him.

This was so long ago, that no one but he knew the truth that had expired, yet they were not interested in his views, or the truth.

There was no point explaining anything to these people. Their minds had been made up about him before he had even entered the room.

Peoples minds were always made up about him before he had even opened his mouth.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

Writing

I can't write, I can't type,

My internals R in a fight,

The light in my dots, is 2 bright,

N my stretched skin, is flared white.

I don't feel tops, to see youz,

But still want, to be with youz. 

You're fundenental, my writing crew,

I'm jus 2 twisted up, 2 write wiv uz.

U don't want to see the ooze,

From my wounds, seepin thru the gooze, 

Or numeriz cutsiz n bruise, 

All cluz 2 my need, 2 b soothed.

Or the darts in my eyes, 

As I try n fail 2 disguise. 

The pain n anguise inside, 

From a kneecap 2 my ego n pride.

So I sit alone, in my own zone, 

Ignoring constant beeps, on my phone. 

Soon my home won't be my own,

I'm vanished, alone, time wasted in stone.

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Flies

Flies, flies, they are everywhere,

They seem 2 be Luicifer of the air,

Don't, don't, open that bag right there,

You might jus get, a buzzing good scare.

Buzz, buzz, that blue bottle buzz, 

2 wake up to that, is jus 2 much. 

Chase, Chase, wave of a crutch, 

Days n nights, it's jus 2 much. 

Bags, bags, I clamber over bags,

All 2 chase that speedy hag.

Rag, rag, hand always with rag,

N in my other palm spray 2 tag.  

Wait, wait, for the critter 2 land,

Approach real deft, with detol in hand. 

Slow, slow, sneak n plan, 

Spray that shiz, empty the can. 

Pick, pick that dead body clear, 

Just a fly 2 add 2 the bag right here, 

Hope, hope, another won't appear, 

Otherwise, I'll be fly catching all year. 

© 2026 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid

NWO

Span flipped n double clipped,

I'm hung neck tight fully zipped.

Suffocate on lies til ur ripped n pipped,

Block em out n stay tight lipped.

Cream crackered splat n knackered,

Play a song I'm totally clappered,

Recognise my brain is totally splattered,

And nothing I ever did really mattered.

So explode the clones n dead drop zones,

We'll never know those AI drones.

Hacked phones and Israeli clones,

Is it better off being home alone? 

The New World Order is mortal disorder,

Don't drive too far it's out of order.

Bilderberg meetings taped on recorder,

We're set for a total global reorder.

Your sanity replaced by virtual reality,

Bank cards stopped it's a trajedy,

Your family fallacy destoyed rapidly,

So ignore your apathy and disobey calamity happily.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Spider

Spider, spider, sticky web,

Clever creature, never forget.

One day you will be wrapped in his silk.

Stuck helpless as he covers you up. 

Clueless and lonely for help.

He crawls over you with intent. 

Tying you up entirely,

Anesthetised you stare blankly out.

That spider put you where he want,

Your soon going to be his snared eat.

So beware of that sticky little spider, spider. 

An 8 eyed crawly assasin.

You'll never escape his web.

Everyone ends up trapped. 

So just accept your fate.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Dying

I got told I'm going to die,

Didn't even feel a tear cry,

Was blacked out in Clapham Station,

Til a good mate saved my life.

I got no blood inside me,

Lost so much weight I'm tiny.

Stuck in a familiar ward again,

Can't walk without getting grimy.

The doctors are the usual twats,

Really need to wear dunces hats.

I can't talk to them as their nobs,

But their thinkings really whacked.

I don't really care if I die,

It will be a court surprise.

I just want to get my book out,

So people knew I was alive.

So I'm just wasting away,

Too many meds stop my play.

I need to get on my laptop,

But I'm goofed out every day.

@ 2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid

Ignorance

Out of ignorance we worshipped many a God, 

From Olympus, Zeus ruled with an iron rod. 

From Babylon, Hebrew's copied tyrannical myths, 

And turned humans into an evil mob. 

The Devil walked upon us with no fear, 

From the time of Seth, Mithas and Sophia,

My Gnostic host was stolen from Greek tales,

And created into a mystery creature.

I don't cross any four step square,

Or have a 33rd degree handshake to share.

They say, "As above, so below",

For some it's all they care.

From Christian rule came the dark ages,

Burnt Alexandria down and stole vast pages. 

The Vatican library holds many secrets,

Vast ancient knowledge held in cages.

Those Jesuit assassins for Rome, 

Inquisitions killing far from home. 

Masons and: Illuminati caused revolutions, 

And contolled souls since, we've only known. 

@2026 - All Rights Reserved - Robert Reid