I’ve knocked you off your perch at last,

You wretched bird faced creep!

And there you lie, all black and ragged,

Downed by your criminal past!

It wasn’t such a cosmic leap,

You being just a maggot

On the face of a zombie cast

From a herd of sheep

That take the money to bag it.

It’s L’homme Mort, not Pour Homme, dumb ass.

But I have to admit he was cute – the zombie, that is.

And I strongly recommend the Chablis.