Rik Mayall

Rik Mayall

I feel sorry for

you

you zeros

you nobodies.

What's going to

live on

after

you die?

Nothing

that's what!

This house will

become a shrine

And punks

and skins

and Rastas

will all

Gather round

and all

hold hands

in sorrow

For

their

fallen

leader

And all the

grown ups

will say

“But why

“Are the kids

crying?”

And the kids

Will say

'Haven't you heard?

Rik is dead!

The people's poet

is dead'

And then one

particularly sensitive

and articulate teenager

will say

“Why kids,

do you

understand nothing?

How can Rik be dead

When we

still have

his poems?”

So:

This don't

seem right

all

too soon

But goodbye

and

thanks

a lot

And we still

have The Young Ones

And Bottom

and The New

Statesman

And

Drop Dead

Fred