High and dry the fabled White Zulu used his last breaths of ancient ways
to extinguish the flaming accountants , set a flame by the fortunes
they had amounted to , who would have known that the 93 year old
pensioner they exploited was head of the blood bathed
Granny Rose Smith Retirement Gang . . . . . . . .
all that was left were singed ties and a pile of dosh smoldering the quiet street