Wednesday, May 2, 2012


Do you fly Sid?
Do you cry Sid?
Tell me why, Sid,
Did you die, Sid?

You leapt away on Ground-Hog Day,
If you had stayed and joined EBay
You now could Burger King with Tyler
Tour with The Who that used to play.

Can you see the cowboys wrangle?
Do the wood nymphs sing your dream?
Could Atlanta's vicious freeway
Honor you and your bass seam?

Does Chrissie H still wanna marry
Just so she can work UK?
Will the Four Johns walk again
Through anarchy and still decay?

Sleep brother Ritchie,
Sleep unbridled, bittersweet.
Sleep fast, King of Punk-untitled.
Sleep, sleep, sleep your endless tweet.

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