Some say you changed from rebel youth to boss
Because of Altamont, where chaos reigned:
You needed shelter from the sharks and dross
Who stalked the real-life world you entertained.
If it was ever only rock and roll
Or art for art’s sake, in the dark that day
Your negative capability missed the goal
And Death was indeed just a shot away.
Ensuing shows you managed with great skill,
And in financial matters you were shrewd;
The U.S.A. became an easy kill:
You were the shark, and its rich burghers food.
I’m pleased to greet you; hope I’m not too stark,
But would you let your daughter marry a shark?
Sympathy for Sir MicK
by Michael Peach




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