He played the saddest killer of them all,
hunted by police. And chased by gangsters too.
He killed. He couldn’t think what else to do
to fill his need. And when they made him crawl
and beg for mercy, it seemed only just
that he should weep, who had made mothers cry.
So many other parts, in most he’d sigh
pull a sad face. Be villains that we trust
because they know themselves. It was the drugs
he had to pay for. And he slowly sank
who was once great. And yet most of us thank
him for a few great roles. Two strangling thugs
admired him so much they chose not to slay
his daughter when they picked her up one day