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...


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...