My pen is running dry,

and my paper is running out,

i have only just started,

but i'll make it no doubt.

 

Estates, land and businesses,

houses, flats and money,

its all to be shared out,

but you wont find it funny.

 

I no you all too well,

your arguing like little bitches,

none of its for you lot anyway,

and so i wrote this in stitches.

 

And now you are all thinking,

what the fuck is going on,

well i've left you all nothing,

my money is all gone.

 

Not one of you deserve it,

so in a moment of clarity,

i made a clever move,

and gave the lot to charity.

 

So the jokes on you my children,

its time for you to leave now,

the curtain has come down,

and this is my final bow.