In the dead of the night
I come creeping from the dark
furtive, powerful, out of sight...
my bite is way worse than my bark.
bow down before me while you can --
jono couldn't take the heat so he ran
because I'm totalfootball ten
a transcendent god among men
I forge lightning with my pen.
You've all lost the game;
everyone else turned and fled
and you can do the same
or, as Dylan Thomas once said,
you can put up a fight,
"not go gentle into that good night"
and "rage, rage against the dying of the light."