(based on Keith Richards’ memoir, “Life)”

A silly sod in many ways,
John was. I liked to tease

him for the way he wore
his Fender high, under his

chin. “Try a longer strap,
John, for Christ’s sake;

it’s not a violin. No wonder
you lugs only rock,

can’t roll.” But they thought
it was cool. Maybe you

had to be from Liverpool.
He wasn’t one to mince

opinions; said my “It’s All
Over Now” solo sucked,

and he was right.
He was my mate.