It was only four years ago that Mr. McGee took the concert poetry universe by storm with his 1999 Homer-like epic, Scalping Rolling Stones tickets. Lauded for his esoteric vision, he went on to publish critically acclaimed tomes such as I Passed Out During Kenny G, A Pete Yorn Roadie Bashed My Teeth In and the ageless Sneakin’ Me Schnapps Past The Security At The Stereophonics Show.

Ever the perfectionist, Mr. McGee insisted on living the life that he committed to words on paper, and was a frequent guest of security holding areas as well as most major market drunk tanks. His 1998 semi-autobiographical poem, I’d Slit Me Wrists With Glass Shards For an Eagles Gold Circle Seat, described his life as a series of “cancelled shows, late starts and never-ending Justin Timberlake / Christina Aguilera postponements.”

Most critics agree that Mr. McGee’s most prolific period was 1999 when he published three major works, the seminal Could You Lend Me $100 For Fleetwood Mac Tickets?, followed by Moshing With Andrea Bocelli and the controversial Gimme Your Skid Row Ticket Else I’ll Rip Your Face Off. His collection of earlier work, I’ve Got Your Bleedin’ Service Charges… Right Here!, inspired comparisons to Yeats as well as James Joyce.

Word of his passing spread quickly amongst his fans and sparked an impromptu candlelight vigil outside his posh London home, resulting in sixteen arrests, eleven injuries and five accidental dismemberments. Said one fan, “McGee lived the life that we can only dream of.”

At the time of his death, Mr. McGee was researching material for his latest poem, tentatively titled Ted Nugent Ain’t So Tough. In lieu of flowers, his estate request that fans make donations to the Marilyn Manson Foundation For Retired Security Guards. Services will be held Tuesday.