Mark E. Smith’s Dead


Poisoned by lead?
I’ve heard it said.
Set fire to his bed,
With a lit Benson & Hedges.
Off his head.
He was cut then he bled.

Salford must mourn her favourite son,
It’ll be a month of Sundays before they get another one.

How will we cope?
Asked Julian Cope.
We all feel the hurt,
Elephant Man, John Hurt.

It’s a sad story,
Remarked The Badly Drawn Boy.
I’d never heard of him,
Ex-championship boxer Barry McGuigan.

Bury him, bury him,
Before he goes off.

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