Crew Change Poem by P. J. Radford

My friend Syd had a pain in his head.
He had a bike one day and now he's gone away.
And Esteecee then, and his many men
so beautiful lying dead, all the worms have fed.
John was giving peace a chance, led us a merry dance
'til some mother-humper's son went and shot him with a gun.
And Martin Luther King of Human Rights did sing,
'til some animal from the zoo blew him away, too.
And there was Jimi and Janice and Jim and Brian Jones,
Eldridge and Bobby and J.F.K, they're all just bones.
Tim was thrown in gaol, they say Crowley burns in Hell,
but while you and I are here to tell the tale,
let's pretend
that the end
will be happy.