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Nine years today.
This house will become a shrine. And punks, and skins, and rastas will all gather round for their fallen leader. And the parents will say" whya re the kids crying?" and the kids will say" haven't you heard? Rik is dead! The people's poet is dead! "
Then one particularly sensitive and articulate teenager will say" but how can Rik be dead if we still have his poems?"
And another kid will say....
[Speech cut off by laxative-induced flatulence]
Perhaps Rik put it better outside of the TV comedy universe in his mantras for life.
This house will become a shrine. And punks, and skins, and rastas will all gather round for their fallen leader. And the parents will say" whya re the kids crying?" and the kids will say" haven't you heard? Rik is dead! The people's poet is dead! "
Then one particularly sensitive and articulate teenager will say" but how can Rik be dead if we still have his poems?"
And another kid will say....
[Speech cut off by laxative-induced flatulence]
Perhaps Rik put it better outside of the TV comedy universe in his mantras for life.