Bang the drum of Entropy, blow the horn of Discord
And I'll sit pretty on my boat and smile at my hoard.
All the gold and the treasure that I stole from your house
And listen to the lies that you flagrantly espouse

I'll sit by my warm fire and I'll be laughing with glee
Or waiting in silken shadow through which you can't see
With a lizard at my side and a gleam in my eyes
I'll embody every quality that you despise

I'll write poems, I'll drink beer, I'll cook, I shall gamble
Through your subdivision, I'll take myself a ramble
Holding posters and burgers and graffiti to boot
I'll find your family home and make off with the loot

For when you bring only ruin and burn down quiet farms
Don't be too surprised when the peasants all take up arms
And so long as you and your wretched empire exist
Inevitable it is that I ever persist

So please cut off my head, and I'll still spit in your eye
You'll be ever fighting something that never shall die
So remember this ditty when you're taking land
That you founded your empire inside my burger stand

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 922 AF.