I know I vomit when you speak, But scout’s honour this time, I won’t make a squeak, I’ve been observing your behaviour, And as a caring neighbour, I thought you should know: you’re weak. Leeches squeeze less out of life than you, At least they have purpose, They don’t kill for surplus, They kill to survive, You kill for the thrill, And you drink for the thrill, But when you think: nothing, still You’re turn...