Here's a little dedication poem to a man i'm sure has touched all our hearts, been in all our hospitals, played all our stages, nicked all our drugs and blown all our minds:

 

Let me keep this brief

How did you do it Keef?

Be a fucked up raving junkie

And then still be rocking n funky

Cracked you head upon the floor

Drained the fluid and still did a tour

Nearly fucked yourself to death

While getting high on crystal meth

Your age is closing on a century

Your shows are still the one to see

They help you onstage with a great big drip

And you still got a cigarette stuck to your lip

Your veins are showing all shrivelled and blue

But when you start riffing it’s a dream come true

You’ve had hookers and drugs and Gibson Sg’s

Rolls royces and hotels with broken t.vs.

Brunette, red head and blonde groupies

Even put syringes in the back of your knees.

You’ve done it all beyond belief

And how the fuck did you do it Keef?