Guido Michelini came to these shores
and sated himself with a hundred whores.
A good reporter but a total flake
he left job after job in a wild wake.
But he kept writing this one damn novel
and ended up in a wretched hovel.
Unkempt and shabby he let himself go,
the death of his wife a merciless blow.
But never say die he told me today
I am on my way to a huge payday.
This fucking book will justify my life
and then I’ll get the gun and join my wife.
