There once was a guy named Jack
He caused a wanker's soul to wrack
Along came a harlot, dressed all in scarlet
And that wanker fell flat on a tack

Later that even came another Aegean we see
And that Aegean was no other than me
The wanker still there, regarded me with a stare
Until I threw his head way up in a tree

The wanker to the Logos he prays
Unfortunately he's here to stay
But as he dies time and again, and perhaps again
Being a wanker does not pay

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 283 AF.