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....Sid said.

....Sid said.

Found her on the bathroom floor,

Knifed, behind the bathroom door.

Killed, or was it suicide?

Nobody knows why Nancy died.

When news came out that she was dead

“What happened I don’t know!” Sid said.

But then “I did it”, he confessed

When placed under police arrest.

Now Sid was all they cared about,

Somebody they could all exploit.

Nancy was nothing in their eyes

But he was “punk” while still alive!

Within two months, on heroin,

He overdosed yer mortal sin.

Did they botch a suicide pact?

A final pretty vacant act!

Yes, Sid was all they cared about,

Somebody they could all exploit.

Nancy was nothing in their eyes

But he was “punk” while still alive.

The “dirty dog” of punk was dead!

For punk it was a watershed.

A darker side died with Sid’s death

-a chase for money and success.

Found her on the bathroom floor,

Knifed, behind the bathroom door.

Killed, or was it suicide?

Nobody knows why Nancy died.

PS: Based on a report in the Independent newspaper

       dated 11 October 2003 – “A punk mystery story”.

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