Wednesday, January 29, 2014

For Mick Farren

This lit Brit fought the law and won,
Prepared the ground for punk, if not exactly predicting it,
And forecast our current dystopian nightmare
From the vantage point of a writer of pulp fiction,
Dug beneath the surface of the absurdities around us
To find the patterns underneath
(Scratch a jaded punk anarchist and find a disillusioned hippie utopian),
Came to America to escape Thatcher and went home to get medical care,
And died with his boots on, in front of a rock 'n' roll band.
We should all do so well.
Rest easy in your Dorsington grave, for you rode with Lemmy.


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