They said it was an act of spite –

            The pretty ex-piranhas

            And the kids who benefited 

            From his loot and now

            Would have an even greater slice

            To share – 

            Or hate

            But at the funeral 

            When they had drenched

            My lips with crocodile tears

            I thought that it was right

            For him to sacrifice a living death

            And save his skin

            By taking what was left 

            Before too late