A John Simon Ritchie
A Sid Vicious per se
Of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll
In a McLaren’s Sex Pistols
Who had it like a hostel
In a room at a Chelsea hotel
And wanna be left alone,
With Nancy who can’t be phoned.
And over a supply of heroin
On a scribbled paper, written:
‘You were my little baby girl
And I know all your fears,
Such joy to hold you in my arms
And kiss away your tears
But now you’re gone
There’s only pain
And nothing I can do
And I don’t want to live this life
If I can’t live for you.’
The title of his poem was ‘Nancy’
As he lay there quit and peacefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem