Every time I
read
"facade"
I pity the poor
cedilla
ousted by the
perfidious
Anglo-Saxon.

FAST
IS THE GRIM REAPER
SLOW
IS HOW HE WORKS
WITH A WOMAN
IN THE SUN
HE SPIES ON YOU
WITHOUT MERCY
WITHOUT TRUCE
HE WRITES YOU
HIS HANDS OF DEATH
CALL YOU
TO HIS OFFICE.