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Rancid

Saturday, 21 January 2017

A nickname given by thyself
When he wasn't what it was

A name which sat on the shelf,
As much of which I call a pause.

Lame as he claims to be,
For Ol' Rancid to believe...

Until he asks his friends alike,
"O am I what I percieve?"

Of which us comrades say,
"Rancid! What a thing to bray!"

And so it came to pass,
For Rancid to reply with nothing but...

O-K

When the winds weathered us down,
We call for Ol' Rancid around...

"Rancid! To what must I do with such pain?"
But alas, Ol' Rancid just turned his back and said...

O-K.