The zero, Mr. Bond?
You surprise me with your choice.
But then, you've always been quite fond
Of playing the dissenting voice:
The man who says the disallowed,
Who walks against the sheepish crowd;
A figure in the barren desert,
No gain for so much wasted effort.
I've studied your extravagant pursuit
And you'd almost make it kind of cute
If it were not for another's girl,
Attempting to be hero,
Or dredging seas for just one pearl.
I understand. The zero.