Came to me, in his hand
A beer mat.
He said: "Far, so far away
Where desert's scorched by light of day
A land lies.
It was a land of marsh and fen
A pleasant land, and then
The wind changed.
A statue stands, fourteen feet high,
A bid for immortality
Inscribed with: 'I am King of Kings
Of an empire full of useless things
Look and despair, who would have might,
The ambitious, whether wrong or right.
I was first.'
But of his empire rich and grand
Nothing but litter on the sand
He left me then, I thought he was drunk
When he fell over slowly, singing Nunc