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Sid, Baby Sid

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Poor little Simon
Time never caught up with you
They encased you as the figurehead
Your growth was stunted, you're forever trapped
Too fast to live, too pretty to die
Forever our Sex Pistol
Forever a lost boy

John, oh darling Johnny
They tossed you to the dogs
They left the bass chord unplugged
So that you tripped into the void
New York rusted around you
Mommy stuck the needle in your arm
Heroin glued you to that hotel room
Like a hospital bed
Sex and drugs pumped steadily through the IV
Nancy was the nurse instead

Dear little Sidney
You shall never know
Were you a good boy?
Behind the gashes and sneers
The tears you cried for Nancy
Love was all they left you...

And she left you.

Baby, Sid
Did you kill her?
Was it the inferno you crafted
Your infertile cradle
Of love?
You will never know
We will never know
Because it killed you just as quick
A swooning little poem about John Simon Ritchie, or Sid Vicious, as he was stuck being called. (They actually called him that to tease him in the begining)

We had to write an epitaph for school, (I'm suprised to actually like what I write for school for once!), and Sid's such an easy figure to romantasize. Which reminds me, I've got to put up a painting of Sid and Nancy I did soon. Bleh, here I go...
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Obsessivewithunimpor's avatar
so,sweet. I love Sid and Nancy.