And I killed a dead man, once upon a time,
It was a hired kill, and it cost’ just a dime,
A very cheap feat, kicking a man who’s down,
But hey people, I’ve since then grown,
Now I only kick them when they’re up and standing,
And – okay, I admit – when they’re not looking,
Maybe I’m not a good man, but who gives you the right to judge me so?
Do you consider God cruel, when fate brings you low?
Well, I’m just writing rubbish, that much is clear,
And my writing dwindles, as the end draws near …