not my poem
Mother Mary
spread her legs
so Johnny Rotten
took her
Mary told every body
baby's dad was god
But the three dope dealers
took one look
& knew
yeah, they knew
Aint no fucking
wise men in this
mid east tale
Just dope dealers
crack babies &
teenage whores
Call him the
savior if you must
but when Sid Vicious died
it was just another
empty syringe,
more ashes to ashes
& dust to dust