Sid Can'T Keep His Promises Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

Introduced into London, briefcase in hand
With a Mother and Father at bay,
Fleeting independence, flirting with Sid
For a fling, ‘til his Dad went away.
After spending his years, selling acid at shows,
He became an addict at just seventeen,
He bonded with his Mother, quiet conversation,
Debates over amphetamines.
In the space of a year, just a matter of days
His attention had turned to the knife
Love of the blade conceals hatred and rage
He attacked a pensioner and almost got life.
The romance was passing, and soon was replaced
By a groupie, a blonde at the show,
She took him to heights, he never thought he could reach
With the aid of a heroin beau.
Compulsion is frightening, obsession is hot
I wonder if they lament that fix
She followed through with a hole in her flesh,
He became a dejected, suspected convict.
Grief’s never satisfied, it tore at his throat
He sought a place in the desolate ground,
The Earth refused entry, so he peered through the glass
Confined to his fierce compound.
When his music meant nothing, and Nancy couldn’t smile,
He waltzed into her arms; China White,
‘God Save Our Queen’ sang by Harriet herself,
Harmoniously serenaded his flight.
Sid’s carried Nancy to the English border
To meet back in ’78,
The knife cannot taste her exhausted blood
And his pupils will never dilate.
They’re meeting at Hotel Chelsea; room one hundred at two,
A liaison of violence at dawn
The plunge of the Pistols, paper pie in the sky,
Nancy and Sid – the tabloid’s to mourn.
The Great Rock 'n' Roll Swindle of ‘79
Is gagging on idols of punk,
Just 27 days, after Vicious’s fall,
Released to the Vultures of Junk.